Facing off with my before and after looks.
Tearing down my confidence as I shook.
Why must I be harsh on judgment of myself.
Because I live through self doubt.
Everyone feels my pain,
As I am feeling completely insane.
I tried to pick myself up,
But I am never enough.
As I wonder, where I get this from.
In my drawer I have a gun.
You know how many times I wanted to pick it up and put it to my head.
But look.i am still not dead.
I am lucky to still be standing strong.
After facing up.to all my wrong.
I know I am not perfect, and nobody is.
These are the words that I have missed.
©terrylin53
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