Am I hopeless?
Am I worthless?
Am I special?
Am I smart?
Questions,
that have no answers.
They float around people's heads,
waiting to see of it will cause enough stress in there life.
And then it will move on to the next victim.
Am I a victim?
Am I helpless?
Am I weak?
These are the words I would associate with a victim,
But are you victim?
Have you ever had a moment in your life,
where insecurity was your best friend?
She's not my best freind,
But I've known her for years,
behind me, following every step I make,
trying to trip me up,
trying to make me stutter my words out,
so I look weak,
pathetic.
But if you look like a victim,
does that mean you are one?
Never before have I felt such confidence,
never before have I felt so special, so smart.
I look at myself and I don't see a victim,
I see someone who survived the fall,
who made her own beginning.
The hardest part of falling is getting up again,
The hardest part of ending, is starting again.
Can you do it?
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All I can say is, 'Where the hell did all this crap come from????????'
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Enter My Wonderland
Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
