Enough For Myself

Parts of me had been stolen away. A guy I didn't know had gotten his way. My Love abandoned and shattered me. My first family scattered and my other blamed me.
I tried to pick up all the pieces, but there were to many to find. Everyone is blind. Thoughts of brokenness flooded my mind. "I'll be waiting here for them to find." 

I was never good enough for them. Always to blame for every mistake. All the ones they made. I came out and asked to be loved. Judgement and hate wiped my eyes clean. To angry to cry. Too much hurt to deny. Every assumption was formed to make me the enemy. Never good enough to succeed. Never enough for their greed. Stealing my hope and love for twisted means. Becoming what I need and what I want for me was the best thing. I look back on my past life. I realize how much I had to fight. I had barely survived. Lost myself and everything else countless times. I'm not sad. I realize the tears made me compassionate. The hurt caused boundaries to be set. The hate they made encouraged more love to be spread.

I had been lost and stolen. I was broken.

I was becoming enough for myself in every moment.