Before I loved myself
Your validation was my fuel.
Each comment stored away
Building up the layers of confidence or
Dissolving it into nothing
I don't know why I needed your external opinion
Why that
Was what cleared my sight to see my beauty
Why that was what determined my standard
Why you had such power
As if my puppet master
Or creator
Before I loved myself I was weak and unstable
You were my frame
But now I am strong
I heard your comments
And changed them into mine
YOU ARE READING
The madness of human emotion
PoesíaFor someone that writes poetry, this description is terrible. These are my emotions. Read that on if you want.
