acceptence
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They said, "Happy birthday,"
But what kind of birthday is this?
Where sweet 16 feels as bitter 16,
Where growing up feels like a curse
And my world sucks.
They ask me if I'm confused?
They ask me if it's a phase?
They tell me it's a choice. That I wasn't born this way.
I feel the eyes
staring, watching
I hear the voices
giggling, whispering
Their words lay on my shoulders
like tons of bricks trying to bring me down.
Lately
I've been struggling with the fact
That I am constantly worrying
And anxious about everything.
I want everything to be right
But I know that's just not possible.
I realized that I have to let go
Something I struggle with but absolutely understand is there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.
I love this godiva mocha skin i’m in.
