you didn’t make me.
you made me scared and vulnerable,
mean and selfish.
i made myself kind.
i made myself into someone who believes in people.
i made myself into something hopeful and growing.
you are nothing but a bad memory,
but I’m still here
and I’m better.
i made me.
i felt this. 10/10 poem
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Ah yes, the feeling of moving out from your parent’s house🤌🏻
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Haha, I’m glad you could relate to the poem! thanks for commenting!
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