I know I go on and on, like a pathetic little middle class white girl
how I have been ‘ripped off’
I know I need to get over myself.
I remind myself all the time about how lucky I actually am to have been born
The truth is
I am still
I haven’t been my true self in so many years.
I have become the person I despised quite intensely
while I was growing up.
You know who I mean!
And the only person who can make the change needed
so that I am
Little ol’ me.
I am weary from the journey so far,
but what choice do I have
other than to continue on?
although tempting sometimes,
really isn’t a solution.
I’ve know that truth for a long time.
However, I am genuinely tired
from all the therapy