Breaking Free

I've had enough. I can't do this anymore. I'm breaking free.

I'm not the smart, innocent girl you thought you knew. I'm not that girl you thought you could count on, benefit from, take advantage of. I am not the girl who takes it and takes it and never complains. I'm not that girl. I'm not the girl you constantly pushed around, laughed at, humiliated. I'm not her. I'm not the girl who is always in control, who is strong, who could not be broken. I'm not that girl, the one who always laughed, the one who always tried.

So who am I?

I'm a cheat. I'm a liar. I did complain. My complaint was in the bottle you never noticed I carried. In the darkness it would create for me to ease my mind of you and everything. I lost control. Those bottles were my weekness, they made me stumble. The bottles let me cry, because in case you didn't know, I do cry. Almost every day and every night while you sleep peacefully in a land of dreams. I give up. I can't do this anymore. I can't go on pretending.

My raped mind has so many secerts that you just couldn't handle, that you pretended not to have discovered.

No one know me, the real me. Each one of you has a piece, a bit of infomation that can give you a hint of who I am but you don't have all the pieces. If all my friends got together and shared each piece the puzzle would be complete. But that doesn't matter, because I'm breaking free.

letingo letingo
26-30, F
2 Responses Mar 14, 2010

I can relate to much of what you're saying here. And no. No one wants your honesty...Taking the steps to become your true self is something they will hate, because they want the version of you that they can walk on. but I think that Omniel is right. Being honest with yourself and accepting things as they are will make the transition easier for you.

Honesty? <br />
they don't care about honesty. they don't want my honesty. They want me to suck it up and keep doing what I'm suppose to be doing.