I don’t always have the right answers. I’m uncertain which way I should turn. I pace and I stumble, like others, through failure I grow and I learn.

Many things I do wish I did different, some things are too gone to be fixed. But, the wrong things I did and the wrong turns I took are the lessons thrown into the mix.

I try to give off some perfection, I developed with no in-between. My thoughts trick me into thinking that I’m best or the worst at extremes.

Speaking of this is so hard, since it totally crumbles my guard.

The fear of the fail, failing to prevail, intensifies with the thought of others critiquing my wrongs.

I often feel judged or inadequate. So, I push every limit, by refusing to quit, even if I have already lost.

Worried of being a zero, is the only thing I have figured out. Harsh reality is: I am flooded by faults and by doubt.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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