I’m speaking about my confidence
Saying I’m going to change then do the opposite
Why can’t my brain be dominant?
My heart makes a turn, and now my whole mind suffering
Are my feelings too strong? What am I doing wrong?
Will I ever be happy with my well-being and the skin that I’m in?
Will I ever find happiness within?
Will I ever learn that I am good by myself?
I guess it’s true, loving myself is a part of being alone
I hope ‘23 has something way better for me
Because my tear ducts about to give up on me
Words help for the moment, but somehow don’t stick to the surface
I just want to be freed from this prison called unconfident
Hopefully, my time is getting shortened, cause this place has never been nice to my sanity
1 Comment
Juhi Arora
Your poem presents a very relatable feeling in such a powerful way.
December 4, 2022 at 12:23 pm