Behind my back,

I eavesdrop on them talking.

I’m so this,

Or I deserve that,

That kind of thing

Replays like a broken record

On repeat.

I’ve gone for so long

With lacking who I was

That I believed I was

As worthless as they said.

I’m only what I make myself

To be under conditions

Defined by experiences

That I’ve weaved through

On this life I lead.

Good things come to those

Who refuses to loathe who they are.

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