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Just Half of Me

You see me as the strongest girl.
I’m tough-as-nails.
I’m blunt.
I speak my mind-
the truth.
I’m not afraid of being hated
or hurt.
But that’s just half of me.

You’re mean,
saying things I know you don’t mean.
In your anger you think I can take it
and that it will just slide off me,
just drip down my back.
But it doesn’t.
It stays inside
festering
for years.
I am slow to anger,
slow to heal.
But that’s just half of me.

I can’t understand why
you don’t see my sadness.
Just go away.
Leave me.
You’re so caught up in yourself,
your own world,
you’re too blind to see
that I’m bleeding from all the wrongs,
all the deception, all the trust broken.
Don’t think I’m blaming you
for all the pain.
I’m not.

I try to pretend
that everything is ok.
It's not.

You’re talking
nonstop
of all your problems.
You’re tearing my heart down.
The world sits on my shoulders.
My head races and my heart pounds
as I lie awake at night,
clinging to my pillow and thinking of you
as the tears come pouring.
I’m drowning.

I try to pretend
that everything is ok.
It’s not.

You apologize
but soon it will be too late;
my heart will be broken.
I won’t forgive again.
This is your last chance
so take it before it’s gone.
Before I pull into myself
and forget you.

I try to pretend
that everything is ok.
It’s not.

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