How good I'm at hiding my feelings,
Wish I was as good at expressing them.
How good I'm at staying silent when hurt,
Wish I was as good at saying it out loud.
How good I'm at blaming myself,
Wish I was as good at seeing their fault too.
How good I'm at suffering alone,
Wish I was as good at asking for help.
How good I'm at questioning my worth,
Wish I was as good at questioning their actions too.
How good I'm at making myself understand,
Wish I was as good at leaving them.
How good I'm at destroying myself,
Wish I was as good at loving myself.
How good I'm at remembering who I used to be,
Wish I was as good at finding her again.
How good I'm at living without affection,
Wish I was as good at asking to be loved.
I wish I was good....
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Author:
Antra Sharma (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A good write but sad where the deficits outweigh the gains. Where the wishes are for being someone else. Nicely paired each line leads to another. Well done
Thank you so much. Keep reading🤍
You are most welcome and I will
I understand this more than I'd like to, antra.coree. That person we remember being may not be gone...sometimes it just takes a hell of a journey to find our way back to ourselves. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hm yess!
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