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
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