I`m trying to come to terms with who I am,
And I know that there are things that
Simply can`t be changed, no matter how hard I try.
But I feel like there will always be that little voice inside
My head that tells me i`m never going to be quite good enough.
Like i`ll always be just someone, instead of SOMEBODY.
I try to ignore it,
But sometimes, that voice is so loud,
That I just can`t hear anything else.
And most of the time, I actually find myself foolish enough to believe it.
I want so badly, and have waited for so long,
For that day where I can finally say these days are gone,
And that I can finally value myself just as much as anybody else,
Yet here I sit upon a shelf,
Waiting for my day to come,
When I can finally be someone,
More than just a nameless face,
A speck somewhere in outer space
A day where, at last, I am finally free
From my own worst enemy. "
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