I quit living like this!
Each time I try I'm taken for granted,
Each day I cry I'm rather unwanted,
I wish I was rather like my peers,
They nothing like me,
They just perfect with no doubt,
They have it all together,
I'm like the world's Duff,
I will never be enough!
I'm like society's mop,
Each time dragged to the ground,
Moving around I'm used to making things work for others,
Whilst I have nothing working,
If I could just end this today,
All these pain,
I've been trying to sustain.
But to this day I still feel this way,
I still feel the need to say,
"A single moment of introspection,
and all I feel is isolation,and a combination of humiliation coming from the flavoured drink of manipulation which has already lead to my life's complication."
But you made it this far! This flippen far to give it all away. Who speaks? She questions the voices of encouragement.
I walk in the room to meet her,
And she begins to hesitate with her fingers in her hair.
Without giving me an opportunity to question her tears,
She begins describing her fears,
Feeling speechless,I walk towards her,
Giving her the warmest hug could be,
Reminding her that she is free,
And she looks down with a question that totally gets me off guard,
Is this hug so warm because of pity?
Speechlessly I hold her cheeks,
Make her face me,
And lay a pure kiss on her forehead,
Still receiving the blank answer me face,
I sit her down giving her one lovely embrace,
Feeling her warm pace of breathing
I search her innocent eyes and whisper no,
Finally hearing my response she lets out a huge breathe,
One she's been keeping through her patient process,
In that moment I offer her a contagious smile,
And noticing that she had cheered up,
I begin scolding her on "how to have a better introspection,so she wouldn't discover the monsters that barely existed."

Belise Rene S.