I used to be a b****, and a bad one at that!
I used to have a sharp attitude, and when I spoke, everyone got cut.
I used to hurt people because I was hurt, but I only did it, because my misery desperately needed the company.
I used to not be happy of others success, because I wasn’t experiencing any of my own.
I used to be angry and mean, because I didn’t know how to deal with my pain.
I used to be combative towards anyone who challenged me to change, because I thought, “It doesn’t get any better than this”.
I used to lie and tell myself I was fine, when deep down inside, I was dying.
I “used” to be and do a lot things that were not nice, and there’s no excuse I could offer, that would justify my behavior, or take away the pain. However, I’ve matured and grown into a woman I didn’t think exist, let alone in me. I wish I could make right my wrongs, but since I can’t change the past, I chose to change me. No matter how difficult a person is, they are able to change, but they’ve got to want to. I’ve noticed that so many people are quick to hold others captive to their past transgressions, but how much longer are they to be held hostage? Admittedly, I was not the best person to be around, but today I’m so much better! Now that people know who I am, I wish they would free me from the woman I once was!
Until next time my NOTE takers!
Writefully yours,
Deetra La’Rue
