Confident when alone
I feel worthy, talented, well-behaved, and beautiful.
I love each mole, curve, and aspect of my body.
I am very well-versed in speaking languages and justifying my actions to self.
I love music, and my own voice gives me peace and feels soulful.
The Hesitant Me in Crowd
I feel worthless, arrogant, and stubborn.
I feel timid with my dark skin, weight, and not-so-attractive beauty.
I feel I am bad at communicating and always at fault.
My voice sounds bad, and I have a bad taste in music.
Why?
Why does everything seem different, as if I am carrying two faces of myself?
Why do the people I feel as a sense of protection seem like the reason for my insecurity at times?
Is it because my self-consciousness is making me doubt myself? What is the reason I am stuck between my confident self and hesitant, doubtful person?
And in between these faces,
I stand—
half-lit, half-lost,
searching for the whole.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
Confident when alone
I feel worthy, talented, well-behaved, and beautiful.
I love each mole, curve, and aspect of my body.
I am very well-versed in speaking languages and justifying my actions to self.
I love music, and my own voice gives me peace and feels soulful.
The Hesitant Me in Crowd
I feel worthless, arrogant, and stubborn.
I feel timid with my dark skin, weight, and not-so-attractive beauty.
I feel I am bad at communicating and always at fault.
My voice sounds bad, and I have a bad taste in music.
Why?
Why does everything seem different, as if I am carrying two faces of myself?
Why do the people I feel as a sense of protection seem like the reason for my insecurity at times?
Is it because my self-consciousness is making me doubt myself? What is the reason I am stuck between my confident self and hesitant, doubtful person?
And in between these faces,
I stand—
half-lit, half-lost,
searching for the whole.
Two versions of me — one that shines in silence, and one that trembles in the crowd. Between confidence and doubt, I’m still learning to be whole.