Doubt
Yes, my adoring fans, another poem from yours truly.
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Stupid, ugly,
Usual,
Nothing special.
Why do these words sound so familiar?
Perhaps we think them,
Speak them to ourselves everyday.
Why?
Why does so much doubt consume our mind?
Can we not think of our beauty?
Our intelligence in a more positive way?
Surely we cannot be as bad as we think ourselves to be?
Doubt consumes us,
Takes away our confidence,
Our hopes,
Our dreams.
Of course we can’t do it,
We’re not good enough.
That person can’t love us,
Look at us.
We’re nothing.
This feeling chokes us,
Yet we keep it as a pet.
Stroking and encouraging it to come forth,
Everyday renewing its vigor.
But why?
Why let something so menial rule our lives?
Can we not have confidence in ourselves?
Are we defenseless against the ones who think we are inferior?
Let us stand strong,
See ourselves in the mirror for who we are,
Not what we are not.
It is true,
In everyone,
That they cannot be totally perfect,
But we are not a total mess.
We can learn not to dissect ourselves,
We can learn to embrace our faults as well as our fortes,
We can learn to love who we are.
~Zoo
Usual,
Nothing special.
Why do these words sound so familiar?
Perhaps we think them,
Speak them to ourselves everyday.
Why?
Why does so much doubt consume our mind?
Can we not think of our beauty?
Our intelligence in a more positive way?
Surely we cannot be as bad as we think ourselves to be?
Doubt consumes us,
Takes away our confidence,
Our hopes,
Our dreams.
Of course we can’t do it,
We’re not good enough.
That person can’t love us,
Look at us.
We’re nothing.
This feeling chokes us,
Yet we keep it as a pet.
Stroking and encouraging it to come forth,
Everyday renewing its vigor.
But why?
Why let something so menial rule our lives?
Can we not have confidence in ourselves?
Are we defenseless against the ones who think we are inferior?
Let us stand strong,
See ourselves in the mirror for who we are,
Not what we are not.
It is true,
In everyone,
That they cannot be totally perfect,
But we are not a total mess.
We can learn not to dissect ourselves,
We can learn to embrace our faults as well as our fortes,
We can learn to love who we are.
~Zoo
