I know not what I am
But I sure as hell am scared
Sometimes I catch a glimpse
and wish I had not dared.
I haven't been myself I mumbled,
it's been a short 4 years.
Yet everyday I am humbled!
to be honest with my fears!
Surviving off whats left of my self loathing
are the devilish voices that I used to feed.
Watering my mind's garden is refreshing
and THAT'S the energy that I need!
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
I know not what I am
But I sure as hell am scared
Sometimes I catch a glimpse
and wish I had not dared.
I haven't been myself I mumbled,
it's been a short 4 years.
Yet everyday I am humbled!
to be honest with my fears!
Surviving off whats left of my self loathing
are the devilish voices that I used to feed.
Watering my mind's garden is refreshing
and THAT'S the energy that I need!
This piece has a very surprisingly optimistic point of view by the end of it.
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