Why change? Why now? Why do I have to stop what I am doing, and make a difference? Is it that important? Will it damage me? Will it benefit me? Will I even notice? Why would I bother? Why can't someone else do it?
I think the more important question is: Why do I worry so much about it?
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Mirror mirror on the wall, will this vanity, prevail or fall. Will insecurities crumble away, will confidence be here to stay. Will all the wrongs turn into rights, will all the dark turn into light.
Listen to the wisdom inside yourself. It's speaks the truth. Tells you the things you don't want to hear, And would not accept from others.
With pen in hand I doodle Pointless pictures black on white When words just don't flow freely I know something isn't right Preoccupied of mind No time to gather thought Fighting fires and chasing...
Good day. I'm never less than brilliant. At all tasks I take on. I'm amazing at computer games. At drawing I'm the don. I'm a genius with my word play. With a cue I am the "one".
You know that feeling, When you talk to a kindred being. Where both have a common seeing.. And you have a message conveying. A message important, very important. So much so that I use allegory to aid...
This isn't you, What your doing, Please return, That ugly mask, I can see, Through your walls, Your heart is not, Made of stone.
Hey there mate. How's it going. Have you grown in any way. Smarter perhaps. Wittier maybe. Taller. Whatever it may be, I hope you're happier than the year before.
I make something I'm proud of, but someone makes one better. I mentally console myself and write myself this letter: Dear me, Don't cry if you have been bested.
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