This Goes Out To...

This goes out to the ones who bruised my trust, who misguided me and my loyalty.
I gave you my hand to shake, to ensure you my friendship was no mistake, but you insisted on denying my sincerity.

This goes out to the ones who battered my confidence.
To you who couldn't think of any other way to insult me unless it was my appearance and to those who stripped me of my voice and minds opinion through underlying sneers and mindless statements, which your mouth blurted like vomit before your brain could unravel the consequences of a mere sentence that affected me more than I dared admit then for fear it would be used against me.

This goes out to the ones who hate me.
Who believe that this hate may somehow have even the slightest validation despite me never spitting a bad word or a phrase of envy.
To the people who hated me for being true, and those who never truly had a reason to.
But may I remind you that a kind word or two will not stab your ego too hard, though I assume you couldn't possibly bare such difficulty.

This goes out to the ones who broke my heart.
Those who insisted a long lasting stay and seemed to head for the door almost the next day.
To those who I beckoned deeper than the skins surface and who I let embrace my insecurities which unfortunately turned out to be a deadly mistake on my foolish behalf.
To you who happily took everything I had to give and eventually grew bored, who forgot how much I truly meant to you.
To you whom I wept for and was still provided with the sickening mistreatment I barely deserved.
To you who I wore my heart on my sleeve for as you wore yours on your cheek; your love cheap as it rips at the seams.
Oh how you truly scammed me, yet happily took everything from me.
To you who I bled for through tears of torment at your piercing words at a time I should have felt happiest.
To you, the reason why I am utterly terrified to feel, and the reason why even the most humble of promises fall under my undeserved suspicions that I will be hurt as strongly as you hurt me before.

Yes, this piece goes out to those who have considered me a second class citizen to basic humanity and empathy.
The ones who provided me with numerous life lessons.
Those who made me realise trust must be earned before I present it.
Those who made me avoid their jealousy, their need for trouble and their urges to pull another down just to boost their own ego higher.
Those who made me realise that I am unique by simply hating my qualities in hopes that I will change, but I never will.
And finally to those who've made me realise my self-worth, my rarity, and have shown me how I should never be treated.

This goes out to the ones who I do not regret meeting, simply due to their cooperation in constructing me into a stronger, more capable, and truly extraordinary individual throughout these years.
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Sometimes I use my writing as expression, to show others how I feel. Despite my work not falling under any specific category, I want my work to be heard... If this relates to you, I hope it helps you realise that nobody's actions should diminish your self worth or how you see yourself. Many will drag you down, but what doesn't kill you simply makes you bolder, stronger, and wiser.