Self. Confidence.

Wed, 04/13/2016 - 20:23 -- Kaavyav

I have it 

deep inside

but it struggles.

I struggle.

The only need for my survival is within me

but it is kept with inferiority 

They say to keep your head up high 

They say to smile through the shots fired 

because at the end of the day, you can’t be tired. 

but confidence is a new attire that I have tried on, 

but the material is not strong enough to last 

but if i was stuck on an island 

i would break the cast 

and try hard to shatter the shell,

I would wear myself through the humidity and dryness. 

I would embrace myself.

let it all out.


I want to find my island. 

I want to find the inner me. 

I want my self 


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