POEM - A Journey Back to Self-Respect 💙

I feel small and confused

Am I making it all up?

Or am I actually being used?

I asked myself these questions each and every day

Not sure if my friends were real or if I was getting in the wa,y

They smiled and laughed with me whenever I was there

But their feelings weren't the same, if my hands were ever bare

I sat and thought one day, in deep deep contemplation

Are they always there for me? Is there any reciprocation?

The answer came and struck me like a thunderous lightning bolt

It was saddening and hurt me at the deepest of my soul

To these people I called friends I wasn't anything

To them, I was a donkey chasing a carrot on a string

I sought friendship and love in the wrong types of people

"Never again!" I said. "I can't handle this type of evil"

I mean, how can they just play me and use me like I'm nothing

Don't they know I have feelings? They can't just throw me in the rubbish

But it's my fault for allowing them to treat me oh so cruel

That's the last time I'll let anyone ever treat me like a fool

No longer will I let anyone walk all over me

My self-respect and love starts with this poetry

From now on it is me: me, myself and I

I come first forever, until the day I die

I'm not planning to be selfish, but wiser than I was

I'll consider others too, but I will value my own voice

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