Did you see me anywhere I doubt you did. You looked right through me and didn't care. Was I that invincible to you? I guess I was. I’m transparent and can go through anything and everything, but I’m not out of glass because I break. It wasn’t satisfying seeing others and not being able to see myself. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without feeling disgusted,. wouldn’t you? I was blind and lost; but now I feel free of myself. I dont feel trapped anymore and that’s because of you. You made me into a strong person and someone who doesn’t put up with your bull and thanks to you I am who I am. So thank you for raping me because I was able to see the world without you.
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Ezra Colton
I am a freelance writer, working mom, and great with creative writing.
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What’s love if you can’t love yourself first? The way we get comfort is knowing what we want first. We only know ourselves more than anyone knows us. We know our strengths and weaknesses of what we actually want in life. My inspiration is myself on how I achieve things and how I can become a better person. Loving yourself is your own blanket on how others will treat you and how they’ll love you. Accept yourself so others can accept you. Doesn’t matter what size or how you’ll look it’s you who needs to assure yourself of how you accept yourself. The most important thing is not to depend on anyone to treat you in some type of way so you can feel important, you are important no matter what. My mother always gave me comfort and told me to be tough on myself. The only way I feel successful is when I always succeed in my needs and not in what others want. A mothers comfort is all we need in life nothing else.
By Ezra Colton 2 years ago in Poets
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
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