words from a broken soul

Far

I've come far
The question is when will I relapse
Look how far this collection has come
This is the fifty-second poem
I'm always wondering what
My English teacher would say
I've come far

The reason is quite simple I didn't do much
In school for most subjects
Unless it was history or science
I always was a nerd
Sophomore year English poetry started
But I didn't do anything or pay attention
Couldn't think of a poem to write
The reason there was so much I didn't know
Now there fifty-two poems
All written in less then a year
I've come far

I realized I was a terrible friend at times
So I'm sorry for that I got no excuse
For my past behavior but I'm working on it
I'm always wondering if I publish these poems
Wondering if anyone will read them
Or will they get ignored like me
Who's to say it up to others not me
I've come far

Growing up my greatest dream was to help others
Now I'm looking back at all those times
I put others before myself never saw it
But now I know that was toxic but I'm
Still here if anyone needs a shoulder
But maybe this collection will be what
Allows me to achieve my dream
I've come far

I'm always wondering what others
Think of me but fuck that
Myself worth is what I think of me
Not others that's where insecurities form
But what I wish for the most is to be accepted
To not have to wear a mask pretend
I'm sane when I'm Fractured
I've come far

The weird thing is I'm not hearing that
Perfectionist voice in my head guess
It doesn't see these poems as art
I'm not gonna complain about
Instead I'll continue producing my art
Even if no one reads this collection
I'm proud of myself for coming
As far as my sophomore year
I found a way to express my self
Without being my worst critic
I've come far