You watched me fake smile after all the arguments behind closed doors, or every vacation we went on together. Everything we did. Maybe it wasn’t your responsibility to notice, maybe it was. Who cares? Because now I smile and I’m proud of who I am what I’ve done who I’ve…

Why Our Spirits Stir Easily and We Care So Much About Other’s Actions and Perception of Self. — Why is it that we care so much about what others do? We tend to pour our being and emotions in the actions and choices of others, especially over social media. On the other end of this, usually we are attacked or ridiculed by people online that we never met…

Reality is a motion picture, The reel keeps playing, Stuck in repeating cycles, Finding yourself amongst chaos and the chaotically insane, But true reality lies within your perception. What you decide to do with the chaos, where you go from there, and what kind of art you will allow your…

No one ever seen me the way you do and I’m thankful they didn’t. I’m thankful no one seen me the way I saw myself, and maybe at times I wasn’t the best version of me, as I had to learn how to work through my traumas and find out…

You are never alone in your battles, you are never facing this thing by yourself. We have all been victims of some sort of trauma, and unfortunately some of us have been victims of sexual, physical, or domestic abuse. We never deserved it, and it was never you. No one…

A collection of thoughts, the bold written as a poem and the regular characters serving as a deeper explanation of feelings. I have always had a troubling relationship with my mother. I often looked at my friend’s moms as my own. Going to them for advice and questions I should…