it has been a beautiful fight. still is.

It took forever but I accepted myself and didn’t need anyone but me to make myself happy. So why do I still feel not good enough. Bc i don’t hate myself anymore. I actually love who I am. Will ever feeling good enough just not work in this world I’m living in? How do I accept myself more than I already do to be in a world like this; always telling me I’m not good enough… oh and then let’s add on childhood trauma. I can make myself happy but am I good enough for myself? It seems to swing back and forth despite being in a good place

Jun 7 2022 • 5 notes

Another day, another lame poem I wrote:


I never saw my mother treated right or well

And while i love my father,

I never saw him give her love

by show or tell


A father is the first teacher of what a girl learns to accept

Maybe that’s why she always let each boy one after the next treat her with disrespect

learning what a woman deserves after having grown up in a broken home doesn’t come easy

She wanted to believe the fairytales in the books where the endings were always so cheesy

She gave herself to men

Overlooking their flaws and ignoring their bad intentions

She needed to feel even if just for a second that love could be found

And fairytales could be real

So she let men get away with giving her scars they said they would heal

And by promising more than they could give

they’d never be a place where true love could live

Did her choices in men come from a life of not seeing a father try

A life of seeing a mother always left alone to cry

Or were her choices in men just a reflection of herself

Never feeling worthy or enough

Perhaps that fairytale love was just in the books on her shelf

Sep 26 2019