It seems like every time I have a chance to bring out the rest of what is soon to be my deepest secrets, my anxiety has an opportunity to bring them away from the light and deny to give them a chance to set me free
having the fear of never living life the same without the one and only true love, hopefully she can stay as a soulmate to my child's play
Evidently, the confidence I claim to have is an illusion I put on myself, tell me what's worse than lying to yourself?
But she deserves to know what makes up the cracks I cannot erase in my life, It's harder than it seems
The honesty I seek to have is only a daydream that keeps me calm during the times of an anxiety attack, manifesting itself through the cracks I thought I could seal with a mask of a personality I do not possess
But she accepts me...
She doesn't care about the scars or the cracks, nevertheless
We have a chance to make a difference every time you think that you've lost one, it's a leap of faith that leads to a reward you could never have imagined
If you deny yourself the freedom you deserve because of a flaw you didn't choose to have, then you're worse than what you blame to have caused it
The feeling of relief after telling the truth will last for an eternity
And the wise people call it honesty...
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PoetrySpoken word is a very wide and interesting perspective of life. So I've made this book which has all the different topics in poetry I've done before. Just like my other works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
