She made me believe that I was worthless.
Nothing better than the dirt beneath her feet.
A wilted flower aged by the rough sun.
She made me believe that I was unworthy.
A forgotten deed that was already done.
Nothing more, nothing less than what I had already become.
She made me believe that I was unworthy of love.
No one will love you if you're not skin and bone.
Don't eat, don't drink till I can see past your skin.
She made me believe that I would never amount to anything.
Just stay inside, and hide your face.
You will never belong in that place.
Worst of all, she made me believe that all of this is true,
I am perfect, she just never knew.
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META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
