Beware of Conditional Love.


Fortunately, they've illustrated how to love unconditionally as I've endured the buried heartache of conditional love, 

I would never wish that pain upon a soul, so I chose to rise above.

Chosen to be The Scapegoat, The Black Sheep and The Odd One Out since birth,

Nevertheless, it's Always Me, Myself and I, in doing so I've recognised my self-worth.

It used to madden me how hard I'd try to change them but eventually, I let it go,

I've acknowledged they are unable to truly love me and will never hear my disheartened echo.

My inner child screaming ''THEY DON'T CARE!'' is not true but that they are incapable of consistently loving me how I wish they would.

All is well, as I've parented myself, I am proud of myself and I love myself despite my childhood

  • Author: Syeda (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2022 23:50
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 8

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