Living in fear,
Fear of imperfection
Missing out on life
Hounded by the thought,
"Am I really living?"
I'm a broken angel,
reckless,
Filled with pessimism,
passing each day
with the feeling of
"I'm not good enough"
Well, NoOne knows
That I have atelophobia
It's my own secret..
Hidden under my list of fears
buried under the scars of failure.
Then I realized,
I need to take the first step,
Take the first fall,
Do what I have to do,
Even if I die or live
I don't care anymore
Coz I'm not
Letting myself
Bow down,
To the monster
Of losing myself
Losing my strength..
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Ayo! Thank u for reading my poems..
I thought of not updating coz I ddnt feel like anyone would like this bt thanks to KumudikaPerera I thought of continuing this..
Thnx for encouraging me to do this.
I will try my best to give my best to give hope.
Remember,
#LoveYourself coz ur worth it. ❤️
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PoesíaLife is a canvas.. And I write my poems To give color and beauty To ones without paint, To you who needs The color of love.
