Some things just don't faze me anymore
I sometimes question your testimonies
I wonder if it's all true
Am I right? Am I wrong?
Doubts that cluster inside,
I don't let them spew out
It's my fear, it's my weakness
My doubts and self-consciousness
It hovers over me in the mornings
In the nights
When I'm with you
When I'm not
I just wish I could clarify myself
Not rely on my emotions
Not cry so much
Why am I this sensitive?
I'm thought of as strong
I have to build up my stoic-ness
For that is what constructs the facade over my emotions
Over the doubts
Over all the overthinking
If only I could breathe right-
Stop.
Know it.
Own it.
You got it.
Not everything will go your way but you will control what is under your possession.
Let it go.
Breathe.
It's okay.
