Insecure, always questioning myself, Always overthinking,
Anxiety weighing me down and holding me back.
The fear of being judged is overwhelming,
And I let my doubts consume me entirely.
Why am I not good enough? I ask.
I look weird, they hate me, I think.
All I want is for my mind to be clear,
But the negativity in my thoughts persists.
I won't ever be enough, I tell myself,
Am I lying to myself? Am I crazy
(edited with help)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem