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