I hate what I see.
Why is it so hard to accept the other part of me?
Sooner or later, you have to make peace with everything you will never be.
I am not undermining myself but simply accepting the reality of my own existence.
The thing about me is that I knew all way too well what I was made up. I knew my limits and what my short capabilities were.
I hated who I was. I hated my mind, my very own well-being. I was nothing more than a dust within this home. Floating around and hiding my darkness underneath the sheets.
I knew all too well how my dark thoughts were not accepted.
I knew all too well that some days they were able to see it leak through my eyes, so they avoided me until I hid it all back well within my dream.
I want to keep saying it's fine, but in all honesty, some days it hurts too much.
Some tell me to hide it, they tell me to hid it well.
You know why? Because they told me no one will want me with the way I am.
So I hid the bad parts, acted more... happy. I know I can never really truly show what's inside of me.
Between you and I, I really wish I could leave.
It's all my fault.
I did this to myself, so I shouldn't expect any saving grace.