I wish that I could go back, Erase the pain I felt. Everyday seems like a mission, With the cards that I’ve been dealt. We all live in pain baby, Just admit it for yourself. Despite my current attitude, That’s hanging on the shelf.
“You’re not good enough” Is the one sentence you should Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” & private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid. Afraid of ridicule. Afraid of hating myself more. Afraid of everything.