Inside of Me
There is many a day, when I don’t feel I’m o.k.
I search for my value in an indirect way.
Another’s validation; the temptation.
I eat it up, and quickly need more.
Feeling as empty as I did before.
It would seem wise to look into my own eyes.
But, I can only perceive, what I clearly believe.
All that I can see is inside of me
A transient reflection of self-perception.
08/13/15
Copyright © Barbara Campbell | Year Posted 2015
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