self doubt
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There’s something about the smell of new black jeans on hot days that makes me want to fall in love.
FAILURE
What started as a dream took a slight left turn
a wife and daughter brought so much joy
I knew sacrifices were apart of the grind
no one mentions the self doubt present drifting into my conscious
My mind is swelling today
Swelling of fallacies
False foes that engorge each time a thought grows
I thought that I trusted youBut yet, Everyday I still question youWhy oh why can't I ever just believe in youEven though you are usually right, I still have trouble believing in you. But really who are you? You are me. You are my brain. Sometimes
A broken soldier in the quiet night
dying to take back the light
head high in a losing fight
to hide from those who know
with each swing, a child died
not just his, but the one inside
Always afraid to make the first move
Always afraid to fight and lose.
Always afraid to make the wrong choice
Always afraid to express my own voice.
Liked by many though I still feel alone,
Surrounded by others but still trecking on my own.
they try to understand my pain but they have different trials,
though no one truly hurts me death begins to beguile.
to the girl who clutches attention
like a boa constrictor claims its next meal
you do not get to tell me how to feel
you do not get to tell me I am not valid
The ones that sit alone, in the back, that are quiet
have reasons.
Not many can understand them
Dear Self – Doubt,
How does it feel to betray the trust of someone who believed in you?
Perpetrating as a friend, a perfect someone to depend.
A trusted advisor, your logic a realistic perception of truth.
Well, well, well
Look what we have here,
A girl who is useless and overwhelmed with fear.
I may be quite the criticizing one,
But at least I know how to get the job done.
You screwed up,
Why can't it just leave me alone? Why does it make me go silent? Why won't it leave me alone? Why doesn't it go away? Why? Why does she have to try and explain to me what it means? I'm not stupid.
I am not what I am meant to be
I’m aware
Yes, I know- A girl’s nails are meant
To be colorful and sleek
Not bitten down by anxiety and picked half to death
I am an ocean
I am rough and wild and relentless
Brutal
You do not treat me as if I am
Delicate
Sea foam spun by the quells of love
You look at me
School, to me is the land of strife
But without strife I would not have a worthy life
An unsettling feeling of failure sits on my head
If I fail here, I will never get ahead
Worthless, you say?
Well, Almost, but not quite
It takes some grammar
To make that right
You see, "worthless"
Spelling withal,
Is declaring you lack
any worth at all
If only He made me a beautiful nymph,
Though I do not mean to question my existence,
But I do.
You know who I love,
What and who I want to love,
As who I am for that lover,
No one really talks about it
It's a taboo thing
Unable to accept it
I try not to think
I pray that I was stronger
That I didn't give in
all I think about is why me, why him
If I was an inanimate object
I wouldn't feel the things I feel
But If I was an inanimate object
Nothing would be quite as real
I'd never be sad
You're so pretty!
Your face is beat!
Oh my God! You're hilarious!
I love compliments. Conceited much?
No. I'm quite Precarious.
I don't need a society telling me how I should be
Skinny
with a thigh gap
and big breasted
with leather tan skin
I don't need my parents telling me what I can't do
you can't go to the college you want
the feeling of a dream being broken
realizing that the wildest and fondest conjurings of your brain
will never come to fruition
being trapped in a well
the lack of communication is unsettling to say the least
thoughts settling in my mind to a time where paranoia never ceased
life has got me on a leash
but a noose is tighter
I just wanted to let you know
that you are worth more
than what I can show
or tell
or teach you.
If I tried, it would be like trying
to encompass the sun
in the description of a shadow.
The city's ubiquitous form floods the room
Room filled with the scent of molding tea leaves
Leaves fluttering to the ground in dead clusters never again to bloom
Again, she sits, and stares and waits.
All the shadows in my mind
You push away and leave behind
Every whisp'ring doubt and fear
Fades to nothing when you're near
But then, every time we part
These burdens bear back on my heart
A pinhole of light
stabs through the darkness in my mind.
That one single ray reminding me
that all is not lost.
My heart cries out, not for you, but for me.
For the me I was, the me I thought I'd be.
