Only a few moments are more dangerous
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To all the voices - little and loud - that doubt and question - I'm listening and I'm learning to believe in myself and seeing the glass. Empty or Full. |
more achingly troubling
than those when you stop believing in me
Staring into glasses that seem
neither empty nor full
but rather pointless in their being
These moments exist solely to slowly
wear down my slightest sniffle of courage
and tear at my tattered shreds of self
Gazing at a reflection of myself
spewing self-hating, demeaning
words you echo to make me lesser than I feel
Your voice that puts down, doubts
steadily murders the one I need to heed
and I'm left alone in my head with a defacing loud bully
These moments are dangerous, achingly troubling
but they flail in comparison to those
when I stop believing in me
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