the wave washes over me it's hard to take action when all you know is resistance what could fix it? ******* distance. where's the light when you fall into shadows? you're alright just being shallow. find it hard to smile if nothing feels right, there's beauty in the chaos, it's time to learn to fight you let go and just be hollow complacency.
I'm just a female who has empathy a really nice female friend who has feelings that you lack
you get scared, at the thought that I cry
you distanced yourself from me because I feel emotion. intense feelings
Oh, I'm just a female who has empathy who's there if you need a hug or there to understand
but am I just a female to you? am I nothing more?
I was just a female. that's all I ever was.
11/17/22 "Female" is about how he only saw me as a female and not as a girl or a woman. He couldn't understand why I was run with emotion. While I was looking back into our messages to timeline, it became very clear that he never actually liked me or thought of me as a person. "I thought I could talk to a female because they are so empathetic"
This is from my project, "Rose Tinted," a collection of poems, drawings, and stories of reflection. The art can be found on my instagram in the upcoming months.
Don’t assume ANYTHING about me based on ANYTHING You don’t know what IM THINKING just by seeing if my face is ******* up or if I look happy.
P L E A S E Don’t assume you know me and don’t tell me
what I think How I feel What my motivation or intent is What I can do What I cannot do Who I am What I am..
You’ll always be wrong. It will always be abuse. Because only I can decide or define those things about me to you. And they can change every second and I am the only person on the planet whose responsibility it is to define them to decide them, to label them.
You don’t decide You don’t define You don’t redefine You don’t label me You don’t paste who I am to you onto my face and then criticize it.
Don’t pin your idea of me on your mind’s wall to throw darts at to evaluate, to devalue, to label as something only you want me to be.
Or as something only you don’t want me to be.
What’s written on your mind’s wall about me isn’t reality. What I want you to know, I WILL TELL YOU
Your job is to listen Your job is to understand Your job is compassion Your job is not to decide, define, redefine, label, criticize some image of me that only lives in your mind.
Because doing that is a form of emotional abuse, & I won’t tolerate it.