I have trouble learning to love my self for what I am
I feel like everyone is judging constantly
I have to pretend that I dont give a damn
It puts a terrible image in my head instantly
Telling me ill never be good enough or pretty enough
Now i dont don't know who im supposed to be
I dont know if I need to become magically pretty and tough
I wish I had the courage to just be the real me
Not scared about the wandering eyes
Just keeping my head looking up toward the skies
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disillusionment
PoetryI struggle to naivigate the treacherous seas of life.There is nothing I can do to escape from these waves crashing down on me.I feel like the storm is never ending and eventually ill drown. WARNING ⚠️ depictions of self harm and drug use
