#selfjourney
She repeats patterns she learned from home.
She is blinded by her actions.
Justifying what happened.
She’s the hurt one,
not them.
She knows the answers.
No one listens.
That’s her truth.
People leave.
They don’t agree.
She’s alone,
Saying, why me?
Until the pain is too great to change,
She’ll see herself as a victim,
and continue living the same.
Isolated.
I have to heal my inner wounds.
I have to face reality.
I contributed to this relationship. (Mess)
I feel remorse.
I am ashamed.
I’m ready to start,
and face my inner pain.
In time I see,
I am at peace.
Thank you, me,
Thank you for not giving up.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC
She who spoke with no love,
waited on external acceptance
That, it never came
She who found comfort in a shell
Delicate and golden, but unrecognizable
to a polluted mind
She who bowed to insecurity
Scoured and torched by internal pain
She no longer seeks to remain
And she no longer will.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
I like being liked.
We do.
It matters who likes us too.
Do your parents like you?
They have that option,
It's obvious in adoption.
My friends like and are liked by me,
Or they aren't friends.
Teachers liked me.
Some students are hard to like,
But succeed.
Co-workers liked me.
Had their ups and downs with me.
Some didn't like me, but once did.
My status changed. Their's didn't.
I moved from their likeness image
When the bosses liked me so much,
They made me one.
Bosses have fun, but with more cash,
And less time to enjoy it.
But when the time arrived,
I liked the bosses too.
My spouse liked me.
Denise likes me.
Most importantly, my kids.
They like me,
So much so,
They gave me a sign:
*If Dad Can't Fix It,
We're all *******
Do I want to be liked?
Don't you?
Like I said,
I like being liked.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC