I wish I could be better. Be great. Be more than what I am.
It hurts to disappoint people. To be less of what is expected of me.
Sometimes I don’t know why I cry.
My whole life I was told not to. Crying was weak, crying was ugly, crying was bad. Crying hurt others. So I cried alone.
So no one knew I was weak and ugly and bad.
Now I’m scared of crying.
I can’t let people see. I can’t go to anyone for comfort.
It’s so hard. And I’m too weak.
I’m too selfish. And I’m too rude.
I have to make them happy.
I can’t be happy before them.
And it hurts
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