I'm stuck with self-doubt.
It's glued itself onto my back,
It tags along with me.
It's kept me on a leash,
As if I'm the pet it can play with.
My thoughts race around my mind.
Each one trying to be louder than the other.
What if?
She won't...
Bad choice.
I pace and pace
Mumbling to myself
Thinking
Over
Every
Possible
Outcome
That
Could
Happen
If
I
Talk
To
Her.
She could think I'm weird.
She could hate me.
She could laugh at me.
But...
She could laugh at my jokes.
She could smile at me.
She could be my friend.
Maybe even more than a friend.
But my self-doubt keeps feeding me more questions,
My head feels like a war.
It is a war.
It's just a girl.
Why did I have to see her?
Life would be peaceful and bliss
If I never saw her.
Because I can't just do nothing.
I lay down in bed,
Resting my head on top of my pile of white pillows.
I close my eyes and try to think of anything else.
Anything else.
I feel sleep overtake me,
As my eyes start to become heavy,
And the world becomes a blur.
I relax and let the feeling sink in.
But my dreams are filled with terrible scenarios
That fill my body with fear.
Cold, lifeless.
I'm stuck with self-doubt.
YOU ARE READING
Strawberry Smoothie (Hiatus)
Poetry"Is it wrong to love someone? Your heart becomes as fragile as glass, and I'm scared she will shatter it, because she doesn't want a strawberry smoothie" The story of a girl, loving a girl who's too scared to love again. Cover created by: @myfo...
