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If you only knew
how deep my scars are,
how some are self-inflicted.

I have been stabbed
by your own hand.

People have planted seeds
of doubt in my mind
and from them,
a garden of insecurity grew.

I held my breath
and closed my eyes
expecting the blow
at any moment.

I held back tears
for so long then they coursed
through me like a flood.

There comes a point
when you stop seeking
the approval of people
that always reject
or criticize you.

So you look elsewhere

,
everywhere, anywhere,
until you find it.

Sometimes at the expense
of everything you believe in.

Disregarding your values
to satisfy your appetite
for affection.

I feel so lost
looking for a home
I've never known.