I've always followed the rules, be the good girl
Get good grades and try to elevate myself
But it doesn't seem to matter.
Feeling torn and alone has pushed me to the breaking point
I'm just tired of not being who I want to be.
Wear a dress, wear makeup, wear heels
How will anyone want you if you don't dress a certain way?
What about what I want? It doesn't matter.
I'm not happy
and that's on me for looking for approval in everyone but myself
Experiences have changed me
I'm no longer that gullible teenage girl
Every angle I turn there is a different fight that I can't win.
I'm tired of isolating myself from the world and who I want to be.
Circumstances have made me not trust people
So I avoid connecting or opening up to anyone.
I WANT TO BE ME
The people who should accept me want me to be someone else
And I can't do it anymore
I'm done!
I'm just sad and I can't say that enough
Just let me be me!
I can't be anyone else.
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Author:
Trishanie (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
You ARE you, it's just that all the demands are pulling at you until you've lost the sense of who you are. There's who they think you are. Then who you thought you were. And then there's simply: you. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a resonating, haunting poignancy. Hang in there.
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