But that was yesterday

She used to be that broken girl
Always seeking validation from you
Always waiting for the next lies you'd spew
The girl that worshipped at your feet,
feeding on the crumbs of the hurtful words you carelessly threw
Shackled by a lack of self worth
Imprisoned in the illusion of not being good enough
Hating herself for being so good to you
even when she knew you were underserving of her:
but that was yesterday.
She used to be that girl that constantly wanted to matter
that was crazy for your attention
that would do anything for you even if it tore her into pieces.
The broken girl that looked like a husk of herself,
the one fed up with life, the one with trust issues,
that one that holds everyone at bay and has built a fortress around herself
She used to be that girl.
But she's not anymore.
Because that girl has grown; she now understands her worth,
she now knows that she doesn't need any validation from anyone,
she forgave herself and rose above the hurt,
the anger,
 the pain and self destruction.
 She's proud of the woman she's become.
She used to be that sad, needy, depressed girl;
but that was yesterday.
Today, she's a damn queen and she will be applauded.

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