Dealing with ones self
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You're so pretty!
Your face is beat!
Oh my God! You're hilarious!
I love compliments. Conceited much?
No. I'm quite Precarious.
Am I more like the lone tree of the Prairie?
Of the Savanna?
Tall, tanned with a puff on top.
No one sees my roots.
Are they are lost?
Unseen, un-kept?
Words don’t define me,
I might not have the scars to prove it but I’ve been abused. I’ve been abused all my life and today I break my silence. No, I wasn’t abused mentally nor was I abused physically but I’ve been abused emotionally.
