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When were we taught that
We have to wait for someone to save us?

When were we taught that
We aren't strong enough to save ourselves?
The reason people die without being content
with who they are
is because they don't
live
long enough
Why did you have to go and
Be so perfect.
Why did you have to go and
Steal my heart.
Look what you've done.
You've made me care.
We always talk about
How things were before but
Before is never coming back,
No matter how badly we want it to.
Before is stuck in the past
So we need to let it go
Before we get stuck there too
You looked at me like I was the world
And you were just truly seeing it
For the first time.
And after that look I knew
I would spend the rest of my life
Searching for someone who could
Make me feel that way again.
Sometimes at night
I'll be laying in bed and
It'll just hit me.
The fear
Hits me like a ton of bricks
And suddenly
I can't breathe
And there's
Tears
And nothing in the world
Feels right anymore.
And then once i cry myself to sleep and wake up the next morning,
I feel like a new person.
And I'm not scared anymore.
I just have to remember to get through the night, because everything seems better in the morning.
I just have to remember that the fear is temporary.
I rub off my makeup from the day
And look at the real me
It's the me that I don't let anyone see.
I wonder when this became normal,
When i learned that the real me
Isn't quite good enough
and really never will be.
I walk around in public
And see all of the beautiful girls
I'm surrounded by every day
I often have to remind myself
They are all wearing makeup too;
I cannot compare their made up faces
To my bare one.

That's when i begin to hate myself
I hate myself for only seeing the
Beauty on their exterior, when I know
There is so much more to people than that.
I hate myself for comparing myself to them,
I hate that it has become normal,
And i hate that it has become normal,
And i hate that every one else does it too.
The day we learn to look past each other's exteriors
Is the day that everyone else will too.
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