All these things
were just so heavy to be carried on
these shoulders.
Somehow,
we don't wanna lose
all these hurtful memories
and we tend to carry them
tomorrow.
The songs were played
and wonderful scenes were made,
we have nowhere to go
and we were blamed for saying "no".
We don't wanna win the wars
and so we walk with the stars,
along the way people were looking,
judging,
laughing,
and talking about us.
One part of our stories
was telling the whole world about
it's okay to cry sometimes
and it's okay to feel disappointed
over smaller things.
But one fine day
we will be so grateful
for not being the best among the others
but for being the best version of ourself.
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2024 10:06
- Category: Forgiveness
- Views: 3
Comments1
Putting forth the best version of ones self, may not insure your future, it does however insure self dignity and respect.
true
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