I am not a star.
No matter how many times you tell me I am talented, I really don't think so.
I feel like I can't ever do anything right and that nothing I do is good enough anymore.
Why are people telling me I'm doing good when I'm obviously not? I fail at doing the most simple things. Simple things like believing in myself, and accepting that I can't be perfect.
I know that others think I'm just hard on myself, but if nobody was hard on me, who would be? I can't just sit here believing I will do well if I am just not trying.
I try so hard to make sure I am trying. Does that make sense? Assuming not. When have I ever made sense?
I am not a star.
Stars don't give up. Stars don't think that they can't do it anymore. They aren't worried about losing themselves. I am. I always am.
What if I get so lost in my thoughts, that I can't resurface to the real world? What if I lose everything that I am? I would be empty. Lost. In fear of myself.
I am not a star. Because stars have not given up.
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Bursting Bubbles
PoetryThese are my deep thoughts/ stories because I decided that the deep ones needed their own book. A few of these might be in my stories/ ideas book but they will be here as well. These may be poem-like or story-like it honestly just depends. I also ha...
