And the writing begins: Why not get to know the girl that has the stars in her eyes, the earthy girl who loves to dig her feet into the grass and mud the girl that would be the first to give you a hug or wipe away your tears if I see you upset and crying. Why not get to know the girl that has loved so deeply even after all of her trials in this life, heartache, being broken over and over by those that she trusts the most. Left with 60 dollars a backpack and a coat. Not allowed to go home where you wanted to be all t.f hat time but pride takes you away onto that next chapter in your life.. asking the one you never wanted to what should I do. And having to run for your life. Because the ones in it have turned it into a **** show and there was no where out but somewhere you used to call home. Why not get to know the girl that may not be from where you came from but has had to survive since she was born. Maybe I could have helped you al ok my the way. I am strength I am a woman who thinks for herself and pleads with herself to let **** go. I am the child that sees into your soul, and I am a helping hand where ever I am needed. I am the woman that can make you laugh on your darkest days and guide you through your darkest nights into the lights again and again. I am unfiltered and raw. Not the girl you remember because you never got to know her. I am a warrior through everything through all the late night fights you couldn't hear behind closed doors. I am that broken woman crying in the corner because someone constantly batters her down every day in and out because your just not good enough. I am the woman who makes sure your okay and puts a smile on even though the night before. There was nothing but slamming doors and how much I ****, because everyone else mattered first. I am that girl that takes a paintbrush and paints those memories so deeply branded and trys to heal them through a paint brush. Or through the lines on a sheet of paper reminding myself I am what you have made me. Now I am the woman who is able to face her biggest fears of being alone and accepting myself knowing I have made mistakes, of hurting those i loved the most because my retaliation of the things that were stated to me over and over again. For I am stubborn. I am the woman who will comfort a child because they bruised there knees whether you see that in me or not is not my problem. I am emotionally raw and open and unfiltered. I am the she wolf, prideful at most. I am the woman you will never understand. Not because your a bad person but because you will never sit here as a friend nor take the time to understand, it's okay for its who you are I am complicated but because you are a man who doesnt care to see the best in me. Or the woman who is jealous of me for absolutley no need. I am not a threat unless you make me. I have the same problems as everyone else. The only difference is I have been alone placed on a shelf dusted off only when people need to use me whether for a recipe, or how I feel to use it against me. But in time I have become wise. I have learned to listen to everyone elses woes, the pain they hold inside, I will walk away before you cause to much strife to yourself. You overthink, I learned not to most nights. I am ME heartfelt raw emotional affectionate loving and caring kind and real. Protective. A survivor someone who will never kneel. But that's the viking you see. I learned at the end of the day, I am the only one who has my back.. There are a few in my pack. She wolf or sheep That's up to you If you want to get to know me For like a diamond at every angle there is a different side of me. It's up to you which side I will be. The best part of me being me. Is it is free. So why not get to know the woman I am for here I stand in front of you. Waiting for your cue.
-I'm tired of being tired - I'm tired of being on my own - I'm tired of living with family and feeling alone -I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself - I'm tired of the impending doom - I'm tired of feeling like a Dreamer in my very own home -I'm tired of feeling inadequate - I'm tired of explaining **** - I'm tired of my aggressors playing my **** role -I'm sick of feeling drained - I'm exhausted from being ill - But most of all, I'm just motherfu*king tired
she spread her huge wings and flew up to the sky she asked all the gods when it was she would die they responded in grief: "your time will come soon. but until then, dear girl, you're destined to bloom"
I'm feeling numb. Disheartened. I question daily my worth, and the value I provide to this earth. Sometimes it gets so much that I just was to...disappear. To never have existed. It takes a lot to remind myself that we all have purpose, and we're all destined to bloom.
My future is in my past. I know it doesn't make sense but it actually does. All my hopes of who I want to be Have been buried with dead ancient dreams. Corpses of ambitions lie six foot under With tombstones of pity and mourning. My future is in my past and I am free To chalk up everything to destiny My fate is written in torn pages of time My hope is no longer mine Yet my existence is my own epiphany
I am very **** So don't try to convince me that I am a very beautiful person Because at the end of the day I hate myself in every single way And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying There is beauty inside of me that matters So rest assured I will remind myself That I am a worthless, terrible person And nothing you say will make me believe I still deserve love Because no matter what I am not good enough to be loved And I am in no position to believe that Beauty does exist within me Because whenever I look in the mirror I always think Am I as **** as people say?
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I just want you to know that I did not write this poem, I found it on Pinterest and fell in love. I wanted to share it with you all. This poem is written by Abdullah Shoaib.