The one with a wild temper,

With rude expressions,

Who’s lashes out,

Is that me?

Then why can’t I see that?

That was me…

But now,

I’m kind,

And loving,

I’ve dropped the ego,

And picked up love,

I’ve grown from those immature ways,

I’ve healed from the pain you’ve caused,

Or more so, I’m still healing,

Will these scars ever fade,

Or will I just carry them as a reminder from the past,

Will they help me be the best version of myself for myself?

I can’t help but cry for the little girl who raised herself,

Or for the teenager, that saw exactly who you were,

Or the young adult who continued to let you treat me like that,

But now it’s as though I’ve woken up,

I see it,

Is it a cruel joke that my personal life and work life are polar opposites?

At home there’s no ac, and I’m a stepchild

At work I am the star of the show,

At home there is no acknowledgment,

At work I am praised for everything I do,

At home they laugh at me and my “failures”,

At work they congratulate me for my hard work,

Is this the crash out of all crash outs?

Spending 12+ hours at “the happiest place on earth” all by yourself

Why do we stay up late every night, only to regret it in the morning, then do it all over again?

But what if I’m gaslighting myself,

I’m not,

You lied,

Twice,

If you don’t like me anymore,

Then just say that,

Instead I feel confused,

Like I’m bugging you,

I’ll just pull back my energy,