I shrank myself in an effort to be loved. I threw out the pieces of me that didn’t fit their vision, my anger, my sadness, my humor, anything that made me too big or too much for them until I became the nothing they needed to mold into what they wanted. And with my lack of self worth I let them because when I was nothing I was so desperate to be something. But they’d mold me and break me just to mold me again into another thing they didn’t like.
I was never meant to fit their mold.
With all the pieces of me that I had left and have found along the way I have molded myself into the something I needed to be all along.
My jagged little pieces either fit or they don’t.
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Meagan Adelle (
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"I was never meant to fit their mold"
Great line to highlight
A turning point
Your strength shines throughout this write
Shrinking no more
A giant in the making
Thank you! I like that; a giant in the making.
A sad poem of allowing others to use and mold you so that you will fit their needs. What is left needs to be remelted and cast into what you are
A touching write of taking back control and the strength to be who they want to be, may you continue to grow, nicely expressed and written
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