You, I'm talking to you.
I know you.
I know how it felt to never be on anyone's team;
how it felt to only have teddy bears to play with.
I know the pain you felt when they called you fat;
when they said you'd be pretty if only you could shed a few.
I know the hurt of the songs they sang.
I even know the sting felt when no one protected you from the teasing.
Ya, 'Sticks and stones' doesn't solve issues.
I understand the deep wounds they caused.
How the diets and excercise didn't work,
Heck I even know how it caused you disgust to look in the mirror.
Oh, my dear, those wounds and scars you bear,
I know each one of them.
I know how deep you were cut.
I know you change many times in the morning;
all cause you're never going to love that girl in the mirror,
you just learned to package her well.
Appearances must be kept.
I also know how many times you cried yourself to sleep.
I know that's where all the tears went to, why you don't cry anymorre.
I know why you didn't let anyone get close.
It hurt when you had to let go of them, yet youd did.
You don't deserve that guy.
I know you don't think you deserve better, but you do.
You don't have to keep quiet when he doesn't call.
You don't have to excuse his bad habits.
You don't have to keep texting when he doesn't reply.
You don't have to take a back seat in your own relationship.
Yes, I know fairytails don't exist,
but that doesn't mean you have to settle for mediocre.
Sweety, listen, you deserve better.
Stop measuring yourself with that unrealistic tape.
You'll never be perfect,
So stop trying,
and only worry about being the best you.
Believe me when I say, you deserve better.
I know you so well that I know these words cut you.
and I know you're about to withdraw into those walls.
Those very walls that you built to keep people out,
are now your personal prison.
I know you're shutting me out,
because you've been hurt so much,
and have been hurting for so long,
you don't know how not to hurt.
You don't know how to love.
You can't comprehend intimacy from your one-person castle,
but I know you can.
Honey I know that it hurts so much that you can't breathe,
I know the sorrow is enough to darken the sun.
I know.
But it's worth it,
because I know the end of the journey,
and I know you'll make it.
I know you will love and be loved;
Because you deserve it.
I'll say it again; YOU DESERVE THE BEST.
I know this, because I know you.
I am you.
By ,
Dot Neriah.
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