Dear, love, hate, and wherever family falls in between
I’m tired or hating myself before I know who I am. I’m trying so hard to learn to love you but they make it so hard to remember what I love about you in the first place.Why am I always doing it all wrong but I’m the only one capable of doing it at all. You know what? Fair that just means I need to do better. Why am I mean but the only one who can be kind. I’m silenced because you know my words better than I speak them. I’m tired of hating myself when love me is wrong. Needing to be the one that changes but nothing can ever change. I’m tired of pretending to-take it all to the chin when I really breaks my heart into two. But I’m tired of, Before I hate myself I must first learn what I have to hate about me, from the world, then you.
Sincerely, me.