The struggle
It’s not that I can’t let go,
It’s that I’m scared to let go,
Scared of being embarrassed,
Looking weak,
Making a mistake,
Not doing the right thing,
The image that you see of me is painted perfect,
But my feelings will damage it,
And I’ll become an imperfect person,
Sweating the mask off that’s been glued to my face.
I’m still struggling but it’s okay.
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powerful.imani
THIS POEM WAS BREATH TAKING IMMA NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE THAT TOOK MY BREATH !!
People say I'm perfect but i hate it because people don't understand what i go though everyday .And when you wrote this poem like i saw myself in your words because this is me . How like you said my you see of me is painted perfect but my feelings will damage it that so true . Because emotions can kill happiness . Thanks for making this because you made me see that sometimes is ok to take that mask off. Keep up the good work. Check out my new poems hope it inspire you like your work inspires me . Thank you
