The world isn’t my enemy
I am
any step I take forward
I pull myself back
with words
conjured up from insecurities
and painted with doubt
the fear of not
achieving
constantly looms over me
I’m not afraid to disappoint you
I’m afraid to disappoint
the little girl
I once was
and still am
the one who thought
she could do something
to shape her life and the world
My heart is heavy as I write this poem. I’m not sure if this will resonate with anyone else, but it’s a very real representation of what I’m feeling at the moment. December 16th~han