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I've become used to chipped nail polish Accustomed to tapping my feet and fingers Never smiling Biting my lip until I taste that oh, so familiar, morsel of blood I'm used to being nervous am I good enough? I'm used to rejection I'm not good enough But, he never rejected me I hide myself under an ugly sweater an itchy, ugly sweater And what lies beneath the sweater, makes me nervous Everything makes me nervous. But, he accepted me and my ugly sweater I expect to hurt I'm used to putting a bandage wherever it stings Hoping it heals Only to pick at the scabs When I'm nervous But, he never hurt me I've become used to being abandoned I accepted the fact that no one can love me And I'm too nervous to love others But, When I met him, I stopped chipping at my nail polish I quit tapping my fingers and feet I refrained from biting my lip All of my scabs healed I wasn't afraid to go outside I was no longer afraid to take the elevator He loved who I was And I was able to love him in return And I smiled Even under my ugly sweater
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
Nervous.
I've become used to chipped nail polish Accustomed to tapping my feet and fingers Never smiling Biting my lip until I taste that oh, so familiar, morsel of blood I'm used to being nervous am I good enough? I'm used to rejection I'm not good enough But, he never rejected me I hide myself under an ugly sweater an itchy, ugly sweater And what lies beneath the sweater, makes me nervous Everything makes me nervous. But, he accepted me and my ugly sweater I expect to hurt I'm used to putting a bandage wherever it stings Hoping it heals Only to pick at the scabs When I'm nervous But, he never hurt me I've become used to being abandoned I accepted the fact that no one can love me And I'm too nervous to love others But, When I met him, I stopped chipping at my nail polish I quit tapping my fingers and feet I refrained from biting my lip All of my scabs healed I wasn't afraid to go outside I was no longer afraid to take the elevator He loved who I was And I was able to love him in return And I smiled Even under my ugly sweater
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
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