I once chose to be liked,
But only found rejection,
And bitter voices in me
Screamed like wild banshees.
They wailed all my anxieties
And I had nowhere to hide,
I tried to trust in my worth
But their tempest was louder.
I wailed back but no use
For their voices drowned me,
With messages of guilt, pain,
And how we’ll never belong.
Then, I learned a new trick,
To help placate their pains,
I wrote down counter truths
Of the good things I have done.
They still aren’t truly silent now
But I can calm their storms,
For I have found strength inside
Even when it seems I have nothing.
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