The Light
The light inside me shining,
Butterflies are flying.
My nerves are at their peak,
The thought makes me weak.
Like climbing a mountain,
The reward will feel so great.
The aches and pains keep shouting,
"Turn back," but it's too late.
All the pain is worth it.
At the top is where you see,
The beauty of the mountain
and all it's scenery.
Nature is amazing,
A type of therapy.
Thoug...
Thursday 22nd December 2016 7:49 pm
Love Yourself
I'm my own worst enemy,
It's funny how that works.
To see nothing great in me,
To question, "what's my worth?"
Looking in the mirror,
All I see is filth,
But the mirror isn't dirty,
It's just the figures spilth.
People try to compliment me,
But I only disagree,
Not seeing what they see,
They must say not what they mean.
I need more motivation.
My job is nothing great.
I need to...
Thursday 22nd December 2016 7:47 pm
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