Fake Love (take what resonates, leave the rest)

I want something real, something so real.

My friends are real that’s the difference between my fake friends who will only come to me to make me feel guilty.

I can see the difference between real and something fake.

My real friends showed me the way, love me and accept me like their best friends.

My real friends accept me and deal with me effortlessly. My friends love me for who I am. Accepted me for who I am.

My fake family, fake cousins, fake aunts, all fakes are killing me softly. But now, they are nothing to me.

They’re faking everything just to hurt me. But my real family are so good to me.

My real brother is being real with me. My real uncles are being real with me. My real father is being real with me. My real mother is also being real with me.

I must be real no matter what happen. I must be real in all my ways. I must be real so that I will be better.

I was faked so then I became fake. But I am now real no matter what others would say, I will accept me.

I will no longer fake my reality just because the world fake with me. I may have been faked since I was young, but that doesn’t mean I will also be fake in front of my real friends.

I must be real, no matter what. I want real friends, so I must be real to them. I must tell the truth about me and my life circumstance so that others will trust me.

I want a real friend, so I must be a real friend too them too. If they won’t like me, then that’s okay, they’re not my friends but my enemies.

I must be real now, I’m tired of acting. I must say no to the fakers and let go of my enemies. I will no longer play with them, I will get their bullshit out of me.

My relatives at the backdoor, they’re nothing but my relatives. I will be real no matter what they would say, even if they will kill me.

I must be real in all my ways so that I will know the real lovers from the fake ones. I know I am loved. I know I am blessed.

If fakers tries to hurt me, they’ll only fade away in seconds. They can’t survive the heat of my light.

I must stand up now in front of the real people. I must not fake it until I make it. I must make it real until I make it.

I am happy to be me, I am no longer acting like I am not me. I have to be me, that’s the only way I can see my real soul family.

I must be me, that’s the only way I can see the real me. I must be real to my real brothers that’s the only way I will be respected and treated.

I must be free. I must be happy because I am the real me. I will tell the truth about me, but the story about others, I have to keep it in private.

I must be real, they can’t manipulate me and hide me in someone elses persona. I am me now, I will be me.

Even if they will fake me, I will still be real to me. Even if I have to let go of the fakers that surrounds me, I have to be me, because now I can do it my own way.

It doesn’t matter who my mother and father is, what matters now is what I have become. I have become great, I have become better and greater everyday of my life.

It doesn’t matter who my fake relatives are, it doesn’t matter who put me down and put me to shame. What matters now is who lift me up and accepted me for who I am.

I have to tell the truth of the province I have come from, that’s the only way I can become the real me. That’s the only way I can stop acting like what they want me to be.

I must reconnect to the people back in my town because they knew the real me. My friends and neighbors also knew the real me.

The matters of others and how they live doesn’t have to do with me. It’s time to face my shame and let go of that guilty feelings I have developed overtime.

Published by irose

Hi! I'm Roselyn! Username: irose PayPal (In case you wanna sponsor me www.paypal.me/RoselynMina I am a life warrior. I have been through shit, running away from my bliss. But I guess, I've had enough that I want to just be myself. *My mother dreamt of something great; I think I am doing it, this time!⛄

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