At what point do you stop accepting the bare minimum?
Has trauma conditioned me into normalizing this behaviour?
As if a simple "sorry" is enough to mend what's been broken
The damage is already done.
But I'm the one who needs to come into terms with the fact, this is as good; as it will ever get.
Leave my expectations at the door and suffer, while you have your way
How dare I even think I'm worth more than I put up with.
Right?
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Growing Pains
PoetryA raw and uncomfortably honest reflection on what adulting is really like, from the perspective of a naive 20 something year old.
