When are excuses no longer enough?
You see the world for what it is. Not just black and white, but all the greys in between. You know the world is full of obnoxious people. But you also know that sometimes they're worth forgiving because of the reasons. The greys of life.
But when are you allowed to say no more excuses. When are you allowed to draw the line and stop, and say now you're being a gerk?
When am I allowed to stop the bullying and beating down of my confidence and freedom? When?
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Raised a cynic yet constantly looking for the fun and hope in life. Just generally confused and silly ????
This is for anyone. Who ever had doubt. Who once felt alone. Or just wanted to shout. Our lives are so fragile. They break they don't bend. So we pick up the pieces. And we try to pretend.
Jag får jämt höra om hur jobbig jag blir när jag blir sur. Min familj tycker att jag beter mig konstigt och att bara jag är lika jobbig som 10 tjejer tillsammans.
Insecurities. They cloud me like a hive. An angry swarm of liquid wasps. Eating me alive. Faults and failures. They run along my skin. Wearing all my flesh away. Until I'm bones; I'm thin.
I am in that place I thought I had left behind. A place I hoped to never find. This time I have let my actions play with my mind. Confidence I once found. Has ran away.
Sometimes I'm not perfect. Sometimes I'm broken. Does that make me different. Can I reach the goals I make. If you use criticism on me. Can I ever go beyond the stars with you.
Why me. Why am I so special. Why do I matter to you. Why was I chosen To be yours. Why me. Why am I noticed. Why do I deserve you. Why was I chosen Out of all others. Why me. Why am I in bullies...
My heart and mind are never in sync. Even when I use my head only to think. My heart jumps in and pauses my thoughts. And then I forget all the heart ache it brought.
In my mind all is quiet. I just feel numb to touch. My eyes tell me a story. Sometimes a little too much. My traits are just me. I won't change who I am. If no one likes it. I don't give a damn.
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