Truth Is

Truth is I feel too hard, and I let my emotions get the best of me. I use to sit and stare at nothing for hours and just wonder where I went wrong. Like why don’t you love me like you should? What did I do wrong to make you look over, under and around me? Never looking straight into my soul. That’s all I ever wanted and needed. When the world proved to be cold, and I needed you to show me how it could be warm.

Truth is I never thought I was worthy of love because I was flawed. My temper would lead me to punch someone because they looked at me for too long. I thought smiling made me seem weak and an open target for bullies. So the more stern I became, the harder it would be for critics to feel bold enough to enter.

Truth is this was a learned behavior. I remember being told that my features weren’t too cute, so I began to believe it. I chose to believe what I was told to believe. Therefore hating what I saw. I thought for sure when I was stared at, my flaws were seen.

Truth is I’m more of a hugger than a fighter. I like to express my love with words. If I love you, then I can’t tell you enough. I want your spirit around me and smothering me when I don’t feel right. I need to feel love.

Truth is tapping into my reality has set me free…Now hug me

You could have chosen to read any blog, but you chose mine, and I’m honored.


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