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Jul 2012
Finding the words...
Yes it is tough.
We all know it
But we just don't want to show it.
We don't let people see how
Upset
Hurt
Angry
We truly are.
But why?
Why not yell at the top of our lungs
Hoping maybe they will hear.
Maybe they will get the point
If you scream it loud enough
Yell in their face
Maybe, just maybe
They can see where you are coming from
See that you hurt too
That you KNOW you messed up
I may have not handled at as they would have
But I am not perfect.
I don't pretend to be.
I never have.
I'm ****** up
Insecure
Neurotic
And emotional.
Yeah...I'm just fine.
Don't you see that?
No. You can't see that I'm not perfect either.
I ****** up. I get that.
But I will know it tomorrow even if you don't remind me.
I promise you I will.
Jill Anderson
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