You made me doubt what I knew was real,
Like my own heart wasn’t allowed to feel.
Like truth was something I couldn’t hold,
Just stories you twisted, bought and sold.
You’d blink so sweet, then shift the blame,
Like I was crazy for feeling pain.
And honestly? That’s a special skill—
To break someone down and stay so chill.
I’d say, “That hurt,” you’d say, “No it didn’t.”
Like my emotions needed your permission.
Like I was dramatic, doing the most,
When you were the ghost that haunted the host.
You made me second-guess my spine,
Like boundaries were a crime, not a line.
Like self-respect was too much to ask,
So I wore your love like a heavy mask.
And please…
Don’t get me started on the “I was joking.”
That’s not humor. That’s emotional choking.
Now here I am, healing in phases,
Posting my peace in aesthetic places.
Soft life trending, nervous system glow,
Romanticizing letting toxic go.
Because 2026 is the year of clarity,
Not begging someone to see my rarity.
You made me doubt what I knew inside,
But baby, I’m done shrinking to survive.
I’m not your maybe.
Not your confused little side quest.
I’m the main character.
And you? You were just a plot twist.
So here’s my mental health reminder,
A self-love quote, a truth finder:
If they make you feel small,
They are not love.
They are a lesson in disguise,
And I graduated,
With tears in my eyes
And peace in my lungs.
You made me doubt what I knew—
But I found myself again.
And wow…
She’s unforgettable.
