Poetry

Doubt

image

I walk around staring at my feet
Never with my head held high
Am I the only one that stares in the mirror
Trying to be satisfied with what I see
If I could
I would live with the confidence I know is peeking inside me
To know I can’t let myself be happy with this
A lesser version of myself

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s