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The New Me
Finding Myself: A Journey Through Healing and Growth
I look back, and shame is a dense fog,
Choking and thick, it clings to my soul.
I was nothing but a shadow cast by others,
Letting their needs weigh down my spirit.
At thirty, the cracks began to form,
The brittle shell that had protected me.
I was no longer living but surviving,
Floating in a sea of expectations.
I poured myself out for their approval,
Bled for a love that was never mine.
Gave more than I had, more than I knew,
Always left wanting, always left empty.
My heart became a battleground,
A place where battles were fought but never won.
Each scar was a reminder of those
Who took too much and gave too little.
I didn’t know how to draw the line,
Couldn’t see where their demands ended and mine began.
Their voices drowned out my own,
Love felt like something I had to earn.
