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ME. Thats what all this is all about
My inability to get over the past
How I get up set  and i scream and shout.
How My stable moments fade and never last.

How i think of you when I feel unable.
How i think of you when I am unstable
How i can't get past the way you raised me
How every day I wake up crazy.

Me the one, with the problems
The one who refuses to see.
The one who has fallen
Given in ridiculously.
Life after an abusive mother
ALC Dec 2016
How can you like me with such a passion.
That causes you to want to be close to me.
You have barely known me.
You have barely met me.
You have not yet glimpsed the depths of my shallowness.
My flaws,
My insecurities,
My true self.
You have only seen my outer crust
Which grows flowers that blossom in the sunshine.
Yet I have an inner mantel,
That is made of molten lava.
Always flowing ready to burn anyone that gets close,
And impossible to control.
I have a core
That is hard as diamonds,
Resistant,
Yet shines in the light.
-ALC Nov 30 2016
WickedHope Dec 2014
Sometimes,
I think about how
soft
my hair is
and about how relatively
small
my waist is,
and I'm okay
with myself...
... for about three minutes.
Then I'm back to 'normal.'

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