With my tired soul,
still shivering of the bruises
and the pain that it once felt,
the trauma that I’ve been through
and the attempt to wipe off the mess,
I forgive every single person
who made me question my strength,
and pray for the growth
of their fixed mindset,
for we’ve all got problems in life,
the solutions to which,
we find hard to get.
So, I respect them,
for they were just being themselves.
a single more second wasted
for the people who cared enough
would’ve never given up and left.
I wonder if I ever caused
someone to feel the same kind of unwell,
I apologize for my unawareness
that everyone could easily comprehend.
I acknowledge the wrongs
that I never really meant,
the harsh words
that provoked them to get mad and yell,
for they deserve better than
being someone else’s doormat.
I wonder why
I religiously worshiped the hell?
Though the damage
that I caused and received
make me feel that upset,
for I am a person,
And I was too just being true to myself.