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When will you be done replacing moments of joy with moments of regret? When will you be done making me feel that I will never be good enough? When will you be done toying with my emotions, my feelings and my choices? When will you be done shutting people out that I need and drawing in the people I don't? When will you be done making me feel powerless, weak and alone? When will you be done forcing me to constrict my emotions beneath my skin to keep up the facade that I am unbreakable? When will you be done doubting me, doubting my dreams and doubting my beliefs? When will you give me a chance to fight back, to throw a punch to defend myself from the constant, steady stream of judgement? When will you stop making me bitter and numb so I can become a person with hope and happiness? When will you ever stop taking and start giving? Will the looting of my serendipity ever stop? Is it enough that you stole all of the best parts of me and left only the scarred and broken parts behind? My insecurities are in control and insatiable. Will it ever be enough?
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Will it ever be enough?
When will you be done replacing moments of joy with moments of regret? When will you be done making me feel that I will never be good enough? When will you be done toying with my emotions, my feelings and my choices? When will you be done shutting people out that I need and drawing in the people I don't? When will you be done making me feel powerless, weak and alone? When will you be done forcing me to constrict my emotions beneath my skin to keep up the facade that I am unbreakable? When will you be done doubting me, doubting my dreams and doubting my beliefs? When will you give me a chance to fight back, to throw a punch to defend myself from the constant, steady stream of judgement? When will you stop making me bitter and numb so I can become a person with hope and happiness? When will you ever stop taking and start giving? Will the looting of my serendipity ever stop? Is it enough that you stole all of the best parts of me and left only the scarred and broken parts behind? My insecurities are in control and insatiable. Will it ever be enough?
tamara-stoffels
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
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