quietly I hold my pain
utterly shattered, systematically made to feel I don't matter
vulnerable my self esteem bled out on the floor
no way to save myself what's been lost is too much
my strength gone my love of self slipping
I've given my all to accept abuse as caring
because that's all I was ever offered
the kind good people deemed me to emotionally damaged as a child
pretty soon I believed them
today my belief in love is a fairy story I can't afford to buy anymore
when my feelings count as nothing to barter with
and my looks are gone amd used up
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Another excellent write that’s heavy and to the point my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
There’s so much weight in this one. The world can be cruel to those of us struggling to fit in it. 🧡