Only You

How do I begin? This isn’t a poem. The topic I’m bringing up is from my heart and soul. Maybe it will offend somebody, but guess what-one can’t please everybody. If it seems scatter brained, I apologize.

I just drew a blank altogether…

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There are so many people out there who didn’t start off right-they couldn’t. Maybe a parent was on drugs, maybe a child got beat for nothing. Bullied in school. There are so many situations that drag down good people and make them feel like they don’t exist. I understand. However, the point I will bluntly make is, after a while, the only person doing anything to you is yourself.

It most likely started with somebody telling you you were ugly, or somebody saying you weren’t smart enough. Whatever somebody else said or did, though, you held onto. And now, maybe that person is out of your life, dead, or whatever, but you still want to think you are___. Who are you hurting? Not them.

People make excuses for themselves or others in these hard times: “It isn’t my fault-I was raised around it,” or “She needs the money, and somebody introduced her into it.” Yes, maybe it did start that way, but the cool thing about humans is that we are born with brains in our heads. I hear from enablers-yes, enablers-he/she doesn’t want to do it. No. Anybody who has taken Psychology-or anybody with common sense-knows that if someone finds a situation unpleasurable in any way, they won’t do it (at least for long, if at all). Stop making excuses-you’re not helping anyone.

Without getting too religious, I feel like there is a God. A God who loves you. He wants you to be happy. He gives humans free will, but he understands, in doing so, that may hurt somebody down the line. I believe He puts a teacher, a friend, somebody in our lives who can guide us in a good direction, no matter how bad it started. But no matter how many times this God given angel tries to help you, only you can say, “I am beautiful, I am worth it.” Only you can pull yourself up in the end.

So stop mooching off of these angels. Stop taking pity on yourself, and expecting others to feel sorry for you. Get up, wipe off the dust, and live. Respect others, respect yourself. You are amazing, but only you can tell yourself that.