I used to shrink myself so people could see how big my feelings were.

I used to over-sexualize my life so that people couldn’t tell I was insecure.

I used to take my loneliness and frustrations out on strangers.

I used to ignore red flags and put myself in constant danger.

I used to say I was only bullying the ones who bully the innocent.

I used to act like I was perfect and that I was heaven sent.

I used to really think that a liar wouldn’t lie to me.

I used to cry to myself, spent a lot of time hiding grief.

I used to think kindness was weakness.

I used to think my life was the bleakest.

I used to compare what I had that was better than prettier women.

I used to spend time trying to avoid the end, and always missed the beginning.

I used to think dysfunction was cute.

But nothing good came of the things I used to do.