Lesson Learned

It's a hard lesson to learn, 

What you think....
Everything you feel.
Doesn't matter one bit.
To someone who says,
You mean the world to them. 
When you'd move mountains for them, 
If you could.
Everything you do,
Everything you say,
Every move you make,
Is made with them,
And their feelings in mind.
Then their words sting like whips.
The intent is hard to miss.
Cutting like knives across your heart.
Carving the pain into your soul.
Leaving you scarred.
Believing you're not good enough,
It's too much to hope for to be happy.
It's too much to wish that you'd be loved. 
Fully and unconditionally accepted.
Wishing to be treasured.
That your heart would be held With care.
That you'd find a love,
Whose words are chosen wisely, 
Makes promises they keep. 
And whose love would soothe your wounded soul. 
So you stay here in silence,
Too wounded to move.
Too damaged to cry.
Afraid to speak...
You know what he'll say.
Too scared to leave.
No one would believe anyway....
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Was : It is what it is.


This is the 2nd version of this I have written. Not sure it's done......

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I liked the poem, but "It is

I liked the poem, but "It is what it is" has always seemed like the most pessimistic line of bs to me! My mum always said is meant don't try to change what you can't but I often see people use it to mean why try? The poem on the other hand spoke (to me) of perseverance and deserving love! I'll stop rambling now, haha :) good work! 

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I agree, it is what it is, is a cop out. it's hard work to pour out ones soul. lol Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.