I finally realize:

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That I am above you.
And the crap that you fed me.
Like it was fucking caviar.
But was supposed to taste like sugar-coated gummibears.

I am beyond you.
And your immature little mind games.
Where you would have me running around in circles.
Just to please you.
Like it was my job; my duty as your girlfriend.

I'm worth more than you.
Because I'm worth something to myself, now.
I don't need your acceptance.
Or your approval.

I like where I'm at.
I like who I'm becoming.
I like that I did it on my own.
Without you for once.

Maybe I'm not really good enough for what I want,
But I am far too good for what I've got.