Me self acceptance self-love
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Dear those with young spirit in a world that is constantly telling them to mature,
As we grow older, our bedroom walls seem smaller,
our boundaries tighten, and our options become scarcer.
Dearest You,
I didn't leave because I didn't care for You
I didn't flee because I didn't want You
I didn't disappear because I didn't love You
Absolutely perfect You
Seemingly seamless You
To the boy who stole my life,
They say sticks and stones may break your bones
But my back still aches from the knife
I never deserved because all I ever did was
Love has an expiration date
So I won't say I love you, it's too late
Now I seek my destination
With desperation
To find someone worthy of inclination
Inclination towards a broken mirror
All this education,
and we were never taught to love ourselves.
Our knowledge was, instead, forced to be something else.
Created in classrooms, within white walls.
There are others like me,
So many others to this collective "we".
Our stories may vary,
The past are damn well scary.
Some of us have been beaten and abused,
Others are ostracized and accused.
Why do we do it?
Why do we put ourselves down way beyond the ground?
We are so awful to ourselves
It’s a shame
We cut our skin to feel something
