Always felt that my writing was garbage! About to take it out but I chose to recycle it. Saved myself from a mental panic.
I can share it to the world
Maybe keep the real ones in my journal
But I've always put in the effort
Allowing my doubts to flirt
The beauty of tough love put me back to work
We don't farm plants because we're the ones growing
Home grown in this planet
We've learned to grow over a global pandemic
No one can tell me what's trash.
I'll take them out so fast.
About to get myself back on track.