Look, I’m not gonna sugarcoat this,
Because you’ve already swallowed enough bitter pills.
I need you to look at your phone screen right now.
Drop the reflection. Drop the filters.
How long are you gonna keep sitting at tables.
Where disrespect is the only thing on the menu?
How long are you gonna let people text you at 3 AM,
With apology drafts that mean absolutely nothing?
While you sit there shaking your head,
Sighing, and saying, “Well, if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be”?
Stop it. Just stop.
The universe isn’t testing your ability to absorb pain.
Nobody is coming to hand you a trophy,
For being the most patient victim in the room.
You are out here letting people walk all over your peace,
Like it’s a cheap welcome mat,
Tracking dirt all over your mental health,
And then you wonder why your soul feels muddy.
You wonder why you wake up anxious at 7 AM,
With a heavy chest and a racing mind.
It’s because you are volunteering,
You are choosing,
To stay in the line of fire.
Listen to me, dear stranger: Understand your value.
And when you figure out what that number is?
Put some heavy tax on it.
Inflation is real, life is expensive,
And the cost of your peace of mind just went way up.
You cannot afford to give discounts,
To people who treat you like a seasonal clearance item.
Stop playing the victim card,
When you are the one holding the entire deck.
You didn’t choose to get hurt, I get it.
Nobody asks to have their trust shattered.
The trauma wasn’t your fault,
The betrayal wasn’t your fault,
The cold shoulders weren’t your fault.
But healing?
Healing is a solo mission.
It’s a personal decision,
That requires you to get up,
Wipe your eyes, and look at the exit sign.
You need to start burning bridges,
That only lead you back to places where you were miserable.
Let the flames light up your way forward,
Let the fire show you where to go.
Communicate your worth.
Set the boundary.
Say “no” without giving A three-paragraph explanation.
Stop checking up on people,
Who aren’t checking up on you.
Be unapologetically choosy today,
Because if you don’t demand respect at the front door,
The world will gladly hand you,
The scraps out back.
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