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Love me
Love me not
Who do I want to love me?
Me or Them?
It’s one or the other;
This I’ve learned.
Their words- sharp lies- cut deeper than any knife
Forming jagged wounds, spreading the
Infectious poison down to my soul.
The scars have turned me into some
Unworldly being.
To the point where
I don’t even know my reflection anymore
It’s so marred.
My hair’s got to be just right.
I have to wear make-up
But not too much
Or that’s not right either.
I have to be skinny.
I have to be tall.
I have to be elegant and graceful and flowing and
Perfect.
Who cares about me?
I mean, the real me.
The one that’s buried deep down in those
Hollow blue eyes
The one that used to shine
Before They crushed my light.
But no one cares
Until it’s Them
Staring at the mirror wondering:
Whose face is that
Staring back?
Who’s that walking corpse
With empty eyes and
Tears of red
Running down their skeletal cheeks?
No one cares until it’s Them
Who bleeds just to know They’re alive
And no one cares
Until it’s Them who realizes
This isn’t living.
It’s surviving.
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Destroy me
Destroy me not
Until They feel the pressure
They know nothing.
They only know that They
Need
To put others down just to feel good,
They can’t truly appreciate
The sunsets, the laughter, the miracles
The beautiful, blissful moments
Because They don’t know what
It’s like to cry.
They don’t know what
It’s like to hurt.
They don’t know the fear and the fight.
There’s no struggle to compare to the joy
They only lead half-filled lives
Of belittling and violence
And They’ll never know peace
Until something changes.
So much hatred, so much pain.
I may not be the best.
I may have ripples and flaws.
I may not be perfect.
I may not be who
They
Want me to be.
But that’s okay.
Because, even though They tried to break me,
I am strong.
I have no more tears left to cry.
From my struggles, I know
Happiness
Love
Hope
Resilience
Freedom
I know how to feel.
Darkness gives meaning to light.
Oppression gives meaning to freedom.
Hatred gives meaning to love.
I know this to be true.
But
They only know one side of the equation.
And that’s not living.
That’s surviving.