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She saves herself in this one


I am not medicine, to be taken in doses at your whim

I am not something you use to make yourself feel better

I am not designed to make you happy.

I am neither a security blanket

Nor a floor mat, to be used and discarded.

I am not your saviour,

So do not place me in a tall cage and call it a pedestal.

I am not decorative

My worth is not up for negotiation

I am not an amusement park

Or a blank canvas for your ego to paint upon

I am not a punching bag for your self-hatred

I am not a ship adrift at sea that you must anchor.

I will not be your project

Because I am not broken and you do not need to fix me.

I'm not in need of your good advice.

My development is a result of my life experiences

Which is neither stopped nor propelled forward by your words

Your persuasion will not change me

Your love will not raise me up or tear me down

Because I am not missing pieces that you need to fill.

I cannot be outsourced to process your difficult feelings

Your unfinished work is not my responsibility

I am not here to fulfill your unkept promises

Or to heal your childhood wounds

I am neither the excuse nor the explanation

I do not possess any superpowers that would render you helpless.

I am here

To find myself

To be myself

To express myself

To love myself

And to lose everything that doesn't honour me.

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