The Struggle was Real
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Unable to socialize
had a hard time fitting in
Never seem to get noticed
even by smallest living thing.
Used to look in the mirror
and study myself hard
asking painful questions
I later regret.
Sleepless nights
and tear-soaked pillow
staring at the ceiling
be-friending shadows
with sadness and awe.
Held down for so long
believed the negatives
only left me bleeding
with many open wounds.
All I asked for was love,
acceptance by those
who are supposed
to be taking good care of me;
Instead I received none of those
and felt the complete opposite.
Hated on life
lived in hatred and fear
trusted no one and anything
not even faith.
Thought it was time
to put everything to an end
but I decided to give life
another shot
and make new friends.
The struggle was real
between life and death
I had an option
and chose the better one
I'm grateful for living
and having another shot.