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Eggshell


I felt like just any other girl

So ordinary that there was nothing extra

But something yearned within me

Something needed to be let out

That something had potential

That potential could've been something huge

But I refused to let something that special out

Into that hateful, God forsakened world

And like my potential, I kept it hidden inside

Behind that dark, hard, external shell

But even with that beauty within me

I craved for something more

Internally and externally

So you can imagine the hesitation I felt when he saw me

He chose me

He picked me up

So gently in case I broke

He said I was different from the rest

He said I was beautiful

He said I was perfect

He wanted to get to know me

He wanted me to crack

Being complimented by this handsome stranger

I couldn't help but feel protected and cherished

But I couldn't open up to him just yet

How could I trust him

How could I like him

How could I open up to him

But eventually

I finally opened up to him

I let my hidden beauty show

I let it flow

I never thought I could be

So free

Emotions coursed through me like experiencing Nirvana

That was the day I opened myself up to him

That was the day

He broke me

He lied to me

He hurt me

He threw me away

Pieces shattered like my heart

My happiness faded

I lost all my beauty and potential

Nothing seemed to matter anymore

Empty and cracked

I was

A brokened eggshell

Who was back to being ordinary

How could anyone love me

When I can't even be me

 

 

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