Sharing this truth is what I know.
My self-confidence is really low.
This voice whispered behind my ear.
Telling ain’t no good at what people think.
I put on a smile, and pretended everything was fine.
But inside, I know I’m not in my prime.
My self-esteem is down, that’s the truth.
Feeling like I’ll never live up to the show.
I mask my insecurities with laughter and cheer.
Hoping that no one sees the doubt and fear
I’m struggling to fill my own empty cup
And feeling like I’ll never measure up.
I strive for perfection, always reaching for more.
But deep down, I know I’m not keeping score.
And I used to compare myself to others
Sometimes I feel confused, wondering why.
But the truth is, I’m only human, flawed and imperfect.
Trying my best, despite feeling disconnected
I may not be as good as what people are thinking.
But I’ll keep pushing forward, despair I’m avoiding.
At the end of the day, my fate lies in His hands.
Knowing that God created me for who I am,
I’ll embrace my flaws and imperfections
I’ll try to love myself and ask for His salvation.
I don’t want to go astray from what I’ve started.
Those beauties in every painting I’ve created
The confusing verses I’d penned sometimes
May they understand its rhythm and its rhymes.
Melchie Guihama
