Category: self / self esteem


Get Out

I’m in that place…of worry and woe again

I need to get of here

Help me get out of here

©Maria Michaela

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Alone Tonight

Alone with the stars tonight

I hear the echoes of the clear night sky

They whisper to me

While I sing silently to their beauty

©Maria Michaela

PS. I don’t own the photo. CTTO

Cracks

I hardly smile for fear that the cracks will show

I pretend to laugh to hide what is disfigured inside

I look strong so as not to reveal I’m breaking

But I am

Slowly

I’m tearing apart on the inside

And the cracks?

Are showing ever slowly

©Maria Michaela

Nameless

You can’t find the words to describe me.

I am known and unknown to you.

I am a familiar face and a stranger at the same time.

You think you know me but you are doubtful.

You look for the slightest touch of familiarity but it’s not there.

You stare and wonder and ask yourself

“Who is she?”

Everybody looks pretty

Seems perfect and flawless

While I…

I am plain

Harsh

Harsh words keep me from being myself

Although I still try to love myself more

Each day…

Harsh people kill me slowly inside

They devour what little self-esteem I have left in me

Wish I Was Selfish

Sometimes I wish I was selfish…

To take what I want

Keep I have

And not feel guilty for putting myself first.

Invincible

There are days that I feel I can do it all

That nothing can stop me.

However, these days are minimal.

Oh how I wish they came more than usual.

Bulges and Bumps

I do not have a sexy body

I have bulges here

Curves everywhere

Bumps in different places

You may hate it

Or you may accept it

But this is me

I am real

I am the unperfect girl

Bulges, bumps, curves and all

Filled, Full, Overflow

This head is filled with dreams

Overflowing of ideas.

This heart is full of love

Overflowing of emotions.

Sometimes it’s a good thing

Though often, it gets her in trouble.

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