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I Will Survive
Sometimes, you just have to scream
I’ve failed at being a wife, not once, but twice.
I’ve failed at being a mother, more times than I’d like to remember.
I’ve failed at being a friend, even when trying to do the right thing.
I’ve failed at being a child, especially when I was needed the most.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel a sense of security.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to enjoy the little things in life.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to wake up with a song in my heart.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to truly feel loved.
I’m angry at the pseudo-smiles that scream of hidden knowledge.
I’m angry at the hushed whispers heard from other rooms.
I’m angry at the glaring eyes that follow me wherever I go.
I’m angry at the friendly arms that only desire the dirty details.
I’m tired of bearing my soul to those who thrive on the pain of others.
I’m tired of caring too much, only to find I’m the only one who does.
I’m tired of watching the ones I love turn their backs and walk away.
I’m tired of feeling like it’s better to disappear than to show my face.
