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NEED

I feel like I am not enough.

That despite everything I do I still can't find myself.

I am lost but I know I need to be somewhere.

I need to strive and be the person that I always wanted to be.

I need to face the consequences of my wrong doing.

I need to human up and be brave.

I need to be adult...

even if I'm just a child inside.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2020 at 3:28 PM

    I know I am never enough. I'm judged for everything I do (and don't do) and it hurts. I'm treated unfairly because of my past. I may be a kid but, can I at least have a voice? Like, please? I try so hard and it seems like nobody even cares. I had to be an adult when I was four years old. I had to care and be a mother for my siblings because we didn't have one.

    I learned that I can "forgive" myself for my past and pretend I'm okay. I've always been told I'm too dramatic. I'm amazing at acting. I can fake a smile and have dimples that make others think I'm happy. I can grow up. I can mature. I've aged so much that I'm basically as wise as yoda.

    I like poetry. I'm good at it. It helps me think. I think the fact that you think you don't think you're not enough is good. It's better than KNOWING that you're not good enough-a mistake-like me. I think maybe you need to read emily dickinson. Analyze her poem nobody. maybe you'll understand.

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