kryptOnite

kryptonite • 32

A Self-Reflection

in the hustle and bustle i found me and ten shadows collide. hardly wrestle just to come across fame of the glorified geniuses, blocking my way. judgement occurred, self-esteem lowered, tension and anxiety doubled.
crumbling down, tumbling down.
"you are not worth it."
"you are not good enough."
"you are nothing compared to them."

in the hurry-scurry i found myself submerged in the river of angst. barely able to pull through, trapped in a dull realm with spotlight shining on long-haired pretty women, concealing my twinkle.
breaking apart, falling apart.
"no one's going to read your story."
"no one's going to listen to your song."
"no one's going to love you because you are just you."

cry, cry, cry...
mentally depressed, emotionally dejected.
what can i do when all i see in the mirror is a troubled girl with scars?

i close the door, i lock the window. let them talk, but turn the volume down. have a space.

in the darkness when lights go out and rays get dimmed, i spot a feeble beam and a weak little voice humming some sweet melodies, and become the remedy. become the courage that i was searching for. the backbone, the map to guide me home.

"breathe, beautiful. breathe."

in the silence i can see a clearer reflection, hear a louder divination, sense an inner explosion, explore each part which is in need of attention, to find the nerve to finally call myself home.

i'll write more because i'm reading my story.
i'll sing more because i'm listening to my song.
and even if nobody in this world is going to love this damaged soul, i'm okay because i'll be the one.

i love me because i am me, and that's more than enough.

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spent 7 hours of my wednesday on this. really truly a self-reflection✨