How can I be so gentle, tender, and kind
to every soul I encounter, I find
Yet when it comes to me, I'm cruel and tough
harshly judging myself, never gentle enough.
Why must I punish, cause myself harm
in search of solace, a false sense of calm?
Do I truly deserve all this I bear
or should I learn self-compassion, fair?
Do I believe I'm unworthy, undeserving?
Why does self-forgiveness feel so unnerving?
In the depths of my soul, these questions arise
echoing softly, causing my heart's cries.
The wounds I inflict, the scars I bear
a twisted dance of self-inflicted despair.
The mirror reflects a relentless fight
between self-loathing and a flickering light.
Each mistake others make, I'm quick to forgive
but when I stumble, it's myself I outlive.
Punishing my being, my heart and my soul
inflicting wounds upon myself, taking its toll.
Each stumble, each falter, I'm quick condemn
like a relentless judge, I won't let go of them.
While others find solace in my forgiving gaze
my own reflection is trapped in a haze.
Forgiveness flows freely from my heart
for others, I grant it, a healing art.
But when it comes to myself, I'm confined
trapped in a cycle, hard to unwind.
Perhaps it's the echoes of past mistakes
that haunts me still, with each step I take.
But in this journey, I must break free,
Embrace self-love and let my spirit be.
