I'M Done

I’m done taking everything you give me. You make me feel like an utter piece of . I’m done you hear me! Done! Done with your hurtful looks, done with your perfection. Your snotty glares, your judging stares. I have taken so much, I have lost so much. I’m done! I’m so done! Are you happy! Are you happy that you have changed me into this? Are you happy? I have laid my head done in defeat. I’m tired of fighting you! I’m done with being a fake person! I’m done being told that I’m worthless! I’m so done trying and trying. I’m so done with pleasing you, losing me in the process I’m done letting you rule my life! I just want to be free from you! You say you love me, love the way I dress care about me. But you are the person that may just hurt me the most! I’m done getting hurt but the people I love the most! I am so sick of being someone I’m not and it’s killing me! It hits in waves your words, The way you pointed that day and just laughed! It hurt, you don’t know how done with life I was that day, the day that you pretended to love the dress I was wearing! I’m so done being judged by you and your mother, even my family! I just want to be me without looking for your approval without looking to you for some sort of comfort. My mother was right! I have such a life ahead of me, I don’t need you! I am me! It doesn’t matter who I offended, at least I’m not trying to be a copy of someone I’m not. But it hurts having to have you look an judge me because of that! I’m so done with this! You were my closest companion! I loved you so much I worshiped you! I wanted to be you! You don’t worry about if your family can go to the movies, if you’ll have enough gas to make it till Friday when dad gets paid! You don’t have that stress! You don’t have to be told how many times that it is your own fault that your clothes don’t fit, that your fat, that you need the gym. You don’t know how many times when you made jokes about my weight how many times I cried. You don’t know because you never even cared enough to know me! And that is why sometimes you can push me so far before I break! I can’t take any more of this! I’m so done! So goodbye my cruel friend! Goodbye for good! Goodbye to your stares, your evil glare! Goodbye to you. Maybe someday you’ll change, and realize what you did to someone that just wanted to be friends. Maybe just maybe you’ll feel remorse, regret, and you’ll change, and you know what. No matter what you put me through I’ll be fine, I’ll forgive you. Maybe not the pain or the damage you caused, but I’ll forgive you as the new person standing in front of me. I won’t deal like you, I’ll be kind, I’ll listen to your cries for help, and I’ll help, I won’t watch as you wither away, lost in not knowing yourself. I will love you the way that I hoped you would have loved me. I’ll be the friend that I wanted you to be, and then, then maybe we can start to fix what you broke.