Bumbling mess of uncertainty

That’s me!

Raised to believe I was useless

If you say something nice

I will curtsy

 

Rumbling in clouds of doubt

Trying my best not to shout

Keep my voice low

Try not to show

Who I am

 

Cos who I am

Will never be good enough

You hate marmite

So I’d like to be

Strawberry jam

 

Trying to sweeten the pill

Knowing that you’ve had your fill

I am nothing

To no one;

The butt of the joke

 

Kind words make me choke

Looking over my shoulder

To see who you’re talking to

If it’s me

Then feel free to revoke

 

I know I am nothing

Tho I try to be something

But when I succeed 

I’m exhausted 

Cos the trying’s so hard

 

The voices won’t stop

They melt like sticky

Fat lard

All over my heart

 

I wish they’d been nice

I wish they had cared

I wish that their words

Didn’t curdle my life

 

I won’t let them win!

I will continue

To spin my yarns

I know they were wrong

So I’m desperately trying

To live a life

With open arms

 

I am so tired

My brain’s always wired

I’m fighting the ghosts

Despite the quagmire

 

But my name is Clare

I am the one who dares

Clear in thought

Clarity

 

They never recognised

Those qualities 

In me!

😉
C.K.23