I've built a shelter to slave, that's devoid of grace. So that I can exist assuredly
that my pride and confidence
won't be robbed from me
By endlessly deprecating myself
Taking all of the blame for inadequacies
Never credited praise for accomplishments made
They dont belong to me its worrying
That all the progression made has just been in vain
When any compliments gained my aversion is great
Its toxicity renders feelings of dread
that someone may view me as inspiring or talented
It gives me a chance to fall short of what they expect of me
Whatever they see I've hidden away to avoid getting hurt
By remaining my worst enemy constantly berating and belittling everything
a far cry away from acceptable and commendable
When perfection is the only goal im striving for
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Love it
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Very nice. Thank you
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Beautiful poetry! Thank you for sharing....Have A Great Day!
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