I got used to the saying, "It is societies fault."
I got used to the saying, "It is the universes fault."
I got used to saying these excuses.
Every fall and twist that cracked my shell, I would scream and point at the excuse.
The more and more I was pulled and tied, I would scream and point at the excuse.
This is not my fault, I would say. This is theirs.
Every insecurity that was tattooed onto my fragile skin, every rejection that was pinned on my forehead, and every mistake was a glowing neon sign on my back was not my fault I said. It was theirs.
Little did I know that these excuses blurred my sight and the truth was lost in the pile of excuses.
I lost count.
I forgot who I was.
I lost my ability to keep my head up.
I forgot that I was strong.
Little did I know that all these excuses were lies keeping me back from unveiling the truth.
The truth was that it was not societies or the universes fault--It was mine.
I gave power to the excuses that destroyed me.
I let it control me.
If  I knew the truth ahead of time, I would have tried harder.