__The greatest betrayal?__
When the positivity-giver isn’t so
positive themselves. When the light
they hand out doesn’t reach their
own shadow.
Belief in self-worth— they say it’s
your shell. But I haven’t found the
pearl that fits my shape.
Still liquid—I form myself to every
room, shape my smile to fit their
forecast. _These tears?_ Not weakness.
Just soil erosion.
Washing away what held me—
leaving me bare, unready for tomorrow’s
weight. Like the trampled flower—
I’m not phased. I remember the feet
that pressed me into the same ground
I bloomed from.
I haven’t forgotten all those soles
that stepped on my feat.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC
__The greatest betrayal?__
When the positivity-giver isn’t so
positive themselves. When the light
they hand out doesn’t reach their
own shadow.
Belief in self-worth— they say it’s
your shell. But I haven’t found the
pearl that fits my shape.
Still liquid—I form myself to every
room, shape my smile to fit their
forecast. _These tears?_ Not weakness.
Just soil erosion.
Washing away what held me—
leaving me bare, unready for tomorrow’s
weight. Like the trampled flower—
I’m not phased. I remember the feet
that pressed me into the same ground
I bloomed from.
I haven’t forgotten all those soles
that stepped on my feat.
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