I thought .
I thought I was crazy.
I thought I was crazy because I was not satisfied with the life I was living.
Is it crazy to be in comfort while stagnant ? I couldn’t see the logic in being content with average.
Average people do average things but I had to realize the average man is not equivalent to authenticy of me.
I had to recreate my flow and turn every con I had into a pro but when you’re steady trying to exceed and fulfill the status quo
It’s easy to get bent of out shape trying to please everyone at one time excluding yourself and limiting yourself back to just another Jane doe.
Jane Doe doesn’t sound so flattering to me though.
I couldn’t see myself falling short of my own expectations so when I did …
it was time to end my show
I began to feel like a freak, a nuisance, or a mutated version of me
All I could see is me living on edge trying to please but majority of the time I never asked myself twice did my actions please me.
I thought I was crazy that nobody notices that you never cater to yourself but always see you as a random nurturer.
I thought I was a nurturer until I realized I was malnourished.
I thought I was nurturing but I was selfish and self destructing.
I thought I was building character but I was deconstructing that little broken hearted girl from the inside out.
I know I'm not that same little girl.
I know that I am who I know I am.
And I know what I am NOT.
Crazy I am not , determined I remain.
As I remain full of light , nothing will detain my new flame.