I lack.....

.......I write and I hide

I think this write-up is not right,

That is the battle I face as a writer,

Lol….,

Did I just call myself a writer,

I am not, neither am I an author,

Because how dare I be a good narrator?

This is one thing I enjoy,

But the feeling of whether it is the best leaves me paranoid.

I think I may be a perfectionist,

I never get it seen or heard because after all that isn’t exceptional,

For someone like me whose writing skills are below and articulating skills are low,

how dare I show out loud?

Maybe I have assumed the crown of self-sabotage,

One who doesn’t see anything outstanding about her,

And frequently dwells on her weakness,

Wondering if she at all deserves kindness.

Or maybe I lack a bit of self-confidence,

Is it just a bit or a whole bunch of it?

If not, how can I be my own enemy,

Always dragging me to the bottom,

And killing my own self.

Oh, I think what I truly need is self-love,

The ability to accept and be gentle on my dear self,

Nurture her with kindness,

and appreciate how unique she is.