There's only one person worthy of giving my all to the way I did. And that person, I've neglected for as long as I can remember.

Giving herself to others, thinking she had more than was needed. But there came a point she even started pouring out her soul and she didn't realize.

She's the one I've been comparing to others everyday, picking out her flaws, telling her she is not good enough. And that she is worthless, ugly, dumb, you name it.

She's the one who cries everyday, in public, at work, to sleep, in the shower. She has been drowning in pain and confusion, yet for a very long time I did nothing to stop it.

She tries so damn hard, I see it all. She struggles to fight for her place, and whenever she is knocked down she always climbs back unto her feet.

She may hide her tears from others, but she can't ever hide from me, I know everything she feels. And it's a torment I wouldn't wish on anyone. It's so atrocious, it just isn't supposed to exist.

Oh yes, she has made mistakes, grave ones, now she understands that she has no right to hope to change anyone except for herself. She has learnt that there is so much more in the world that she still has no inkling about.

Starting with a post of her own here, for herself. it's been too much about others, others, others.