Audacity. in Thoughts.

  • Sept. 19, 2017, 6:43 p.m.
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You painted pictures of silence,
Twisted what was deemed
Acceptable,
And forced me to see myself
As something less.

You taught me I was never
Good enough.
But “good enough” is an illusion,
And you are no longer allowed
To make me feel anything.
To have a say,
You push away everything good…


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