Invisible Things Still Hurt
Being taken for granted does not feel good. There must be an implied rule for men to advise women of the same lies. I have met the same man 100 times. When do I get to meet someone only once? Being hard is tiring but being soft is weakening. How do I be soft while also being strong? Humans kill ants without even knowing. Am I an ant? Because I can't be human. I get stepped on so much, it feels as if the person doesn't even realize it. Because if they realized it, why continue to inflict that much pain on someone? I have been told that I was better off dead, I have been told nobody will ever love me, I have been told I will die lonely, I have been told more painful than positive things. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see nothing reflecting back, as if I am a ghost. I feel ignored and only seen when someone is in need. Everyone loves me conditionally, when can I feel love unconditionally? When can I be catered to? When can I call on someone when I am in need? I can't and that's ok. Maybe one day, maybe not. Until then, I'll just continue to sit in this rain, waiting for the right sun to dry me up.
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