Sarah Hilliard Poems

Maybe its because I hold high standards for myself. push myself in every direction except the right one. I explore each aspect and pray the path I take is the right one. I have become a monster. I am no longer the person I loved. when I look in the mirror I no longer see my own self image, just a blank body covering up my own feelings. I wish I was someone else sometimes or not here at all. All of the feelings I have felt, are they real? I have no idea what love is anymore. I am so tangled in my hatred for the people who have lied to me, used me, hurt me, kept things from me and sold me out for a good laugh. I can't get past those feeling of inadequacy. You must lay in the bed you make, you dont like this monster, too damn bad. You made her.
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