We all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
When I look at the mirror, nothing's there to like. As I speak out, all I am left with are regrets. When I try to stand confident, it's not something ideal. All this because.. it's not justified They set some standards and I lack everything they have implied. I am tied down to their stereotypes. All my dreams await their approval. Their eyes are set, contemplating to criticize any choice I make. Til the death of my dreams, or myself. Possibly even after that.
****** Hi! Vote and comment It's very typical in a society we live in to think about what will people say. Rather than what we think about our own selves.
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