Maybe you're not the most talented person or someone who will rule the world. But it's better to be proud of yourself than to look for approval of others who may not even recognize your potential.

There are girls who are restricted from getting an education, married by the age of 6 to elderly men. Girls who have been violated as there ****** roams free, killed before or after they are born or left in garbage dumps to die for being female! And all you are worried about is a higher pay rate and how men look at you on the street. That is not fighting for equality, it is greed and corruption that does not bother to look at the world outside of where you stand as you pick on others and avoid the helpless.

People create their own bear traps and step in them deliberately blaming another. These people are the real monsters nearby.

Don't look back, the past is a dark place so keep moving forward,don't look back even when it's lurking shadows call  your name.

You can spend the next one or two years with a broken heart or accept life as it is and move forward. Soon will come a time where your pain is not even the other person's fault anymore. It is your fault for choosing to be bitter instead of forgiving.

As much as you say you miss as well as want me back. Just know that you have failed me, nothing will changed that fact.

Have you ever been abused? Touched in inappropriate ways?
forced to be around people who don't really like you?
Maybe there's a reason why you always go astray.
Have you spent a year choking back tears?
As everyone is so passive aggressive
Do they even care about your hopes, goals and fears?
They probably don't even know why you're thoughts are so obsessive. Your own existence has to run on their terms
You're tired of all that nagging because they see you as a visible germ. Sick of all the bragging about how their life is better when you're not interested at all. You make one mistake and it's like tripping, you make one mistake and no one forgets the fall. In you they have no faith, you found comfort in walking alone because you're birth was a mistake. Others wonder why your heart is stone, but never cry for them, never cry for help. Verbal jabs cut worse than a shark's skin, you must of learned to love yourself.

I can cry no more tears, just express silent fears. Every relationship has it's boos, but you don't know what it is like to walk in my shoes. Feeling butterflies to baby flutters and extreme sadness when I'm the only one stepping up to be a Mother. Maybe it's amusing for you to see my cry but I won't let you watch the inside of me die. My hormones and emotions are on the run but if it is anything I know I have to protect my son.

You fed me dirt, claiming I'm satisfied. As I swallowed the soil of your upright lies. As I roam free you can only wonder how I'm happy.

I've come to realize that people don't want to be warned about anything. They need to experience it for themselves and learn the hard way in order for them to believe you.

Just because I disagree with you doesn't make me ugly. It means that you have no better comeback and I'm most likely right as it is.

He was a spider who lured me into his web. He did not eat me nor try to harm me, he had no intention at all but to leave me there stranded and confused.

I wish to erase the past and make you my first love, my first kiss, the one I lost my virginity to, this is my silent cry. The only one I've said I love you to and to see pure love in your eyes. You make me wish I have waited for you all these years as I was wasting time in manipulation and tears.

Stop expecting a prince charming out of your partner then get suspicious if he actually acts like he's everything you've dreamed of, nag, then wonder why you've become extremely lonely and sad.

You can't lose yourself trying to be someone else!

I've been dead for quite a few years now, well not a few years fifteen maybe a little longer I lost track of time. I usually stand here on the corner of the old burger joint that's sadly closing down soon due to maintenance, this place is apart of me it's where I spent my last few hours before I got mugged and shot by some wasted ****  trying to rob the place, he put a bullet between my eyes because I got the money away from him, surprisingly enough he didn't run off with it after it all laid across my dead body. But I don't let the past haunt me, I'm just apart of the past that haunts the place so what good does it make?

I never really bother anyone, just watch the pedestrians go by, old friends of mine age like whine actually more like cheese but I'm just glad they're all doing well, seeming to have forgotten me and it makes me realize I truly am dead. If anything there is the one who makes me feel alive, Sofia, the woman who works from morning to noon at the restaurant. I know that she can not see me but she brings the light of Heaven into my purgatory.

I sit at an empty rounded table in the back of the room watching her greet customers with her sacred smile, she passes by my table and I expect her to notice me and take my order but she moves along. After her shift is over I follow her outside, often holding the door open for her, she's worked here for fifteen years and she just thinks they installed automatic doors. Sofia leads me to the street corner by the cross walk, she slams her fist onto the button and waits for the orange hand to appear and crosses the street, vanishing behind the speeding cars. Though I try I cannot follow her, if I step one foot of this curb I fast forward back to the restuarant and there I wait patiently for her to come in the morning.

Sofia came and was not herself, her dark complexion had gone to pale and red with fury. She ended her shift early, charging out the doors as I sprinted behind her, on the left of me was a Sikh man sitting against the walls of another cafe on a small rug playing a flute, quickly and without thinking, I possessed his body and played a favorite tune of mine, it's sound came out more beautiful than I expected. People began to crowd around as I got louder and louder and before my eyes was Sofia herself, tears of joy streamed down her face and she smiled and said

" I remember Robert, I remember"

"Every white person is a fat neck beard that wears a Trump t shirt and yells the N word in public" -Political Correctness

I hate the way I am. How I over think everything until I mentally believe that the people around me don't care for me at all. One little thing sets me off and it becomes more than it seems, where I have to be reminded about the good things. How the thoughts I have make me afraid of myself so I sit alone thinking of ways to destroy the thought itself. I'm afraid that I might hurt others in the near future because of the anger inside me, I worry I'll hurt my husband and kids when I have them, I'm worried I'll hurt my family and friends when they're the last thing I want to damage. There are days when I become angry and I hear the monster inside me scream and curse and destroy everything in it's path there are days when she comes out and she's hideous. I hear my conscious speaking of things I don't want to hear, the voices become louder and it distracts me from my daily life and I drown them out by sleeping so I can wake up to them again, I've heard these voices since childhood and they've become a nuisance and the worse part is that sometimes what they say is true. If you ask most people what they are afraid of they would answer something like death, snakes or spiders. But if you ask me I would tell you that I fear myself more than anything.

"If someone makes you an option then make them a memory"

I'm angry at the fact that I go downstairs every morning to be nagged at as if I'm the lousy husband. I'm angry at the fact that he left us here to do drugs while I sit up in my room and cry as I hold our beautiful son in my arms. I'm angry at everyone for not understanding the fears I have every day of my life. I'm angry at myself for having nowhere else to go, most importantly, I'm angry for letting my emotions take over.

I feel stupid for writing this, but I'll go ahead and take the risk. Airplanes that go by reminds me of when we watched them near the airport last July. Grocery shopping in the local store knowing that you won't hug me from behind anymore, sitting in the back of the cab on the way home, the sights we use to roam. The stuffed dragon that sits on my shelf, God I need some help! As well as the early morning sky when the moon shined, because you'd always pick me up at that at time. Most importantly a little baby boy who shares your face and has a loud voice, but what would you know? You've made your own choice. Above all I wish I could get you off my mind if you would be so kind.

You "love" them but you're talking to several other people. You date someone, treat them like royalty as you are seeing someone behind their back using them as a ****** object or something to talk to when your number one is not around. You see them talking to another person and you see them as a threat to your relationship that you don't care much for in the first place, only you can fool around. The person you see behind their back isn't nearly attractive nor as fun as your first option yet you continue to waste time with both these people because you find it fun to be sneaky. Once you're secret lovers leave you for someone better you will find yourself alone in life, in an apartment at age 35, single, having a hard time looking for a date. We don't feel sorry for you!

Memories are like a butterfly, a feeling of joy until released, flying distantly​ into the sky.