Self Doubt Poems

A Monster’s Misery

I don’t like mirrors anymore 
They’re a reflection of everything I try to ignore 
The acne on my face 
My stomach gaining weight 
These love handles aren’t fake 
It sucks to be this way 
Cause all I see is ugliness staring back at me

I don’t wanna be her 
The one I call mother 
For she’s

That Girl

Am I that one girl,
the one with a seed,
that one with potential 
to make it big? 

Am I that girl
who's  good but never great? 
That one who would've made it
had the circumstances changed? 

Am I that one who worked
too hard, only to hear
her hard work wasn't enough,
that others were simply better? 

Am I that

DOUBT

Heart, what do you want?
Is it in front?

Uttering those whispers,
You show me hopes of glimmers.

Heart, are you confused?
While my soul is used.
But you, be at ease.
As the divine will show you peace.

Self-doubt

Late autumn afternoon 
on the beach a broken branch
sways to the overtures
of lapping waves, contemplating
on whether to trust again after
the pain of wind’s betrayal. 

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LOVE YOURSELF FIRST

The night moves so slowly in an undulating slither
When you’re waiting anxiously alone in the dark,
Wondering where he is tonight, as if it really matters.
Your sacred beliefs about love will never be the same.
You feel you’ll never know how to truly trust again.
It’s too frightening to leave, too painful to stay
When your deceived and broken

Fear of Failure

Just as you make me proud
I want to make you proud too
But I don't know what I doubt
That keeps me shackled to the ground
And prevents me from achieving my goals
Fear of failure grips me tight 
As I fight to loosen its grasp
It has over my mind and soul
Dragging me down to depths of despair 
Holding

What Am I Doing?

Endless tasks I chase,
But meaning slips through my hands—
What am I doing?

THE SILENT BATTLE

In the stillness of night, I find myself alone,
A young soul with dreams, but fears have grown.
I’m caught in a struggle, a war in my mind,
Wondering if I’ll make it, or be left behind.

My heart is heavy, with memories of the past,
She left me for another, a pain that won't pass.
Her betrayal cuts deep, it

Self doubt

The worst enemy of not doing things is yourself

From Self-doubt to Self-love

Here goes a tale of a piece of coal,
bullying and mocking whom was forever people's goal.

Her black lustre made her a disgrace to many,
leaving her in a dilemma about the worth of her own identity.

Kicked and burned by some to sustain the roof over their heads,
her heart screamed with a yearning to be loved.

Is the

Address Unknown

Still searching for my permanent address,
seeking where I really live, fit in.
Suspended between life’s already-happened
and soon-to-be-memories moments.
Longing for a white-picket-fenced home,
landscaped in self-trust, self-respect,
with room for a full-of-love heart.
Instead, I discover a crumbling castle,
mossy, dank dungeon of the mind
imprisons me.
The jagged nettles of cruel abuse
doled out by my dark thoughts
pierce my soul.
Spirit sapped, barely staying

Self-Doubt

My ink steadily fades
Ideas remain not sown
Wish I could steal Henry's pen 
His friends called him “well-known”.

My locutions are extravagant
But it is not as close as Loi’s
Wish I could touch people’s lives
His pen brings incredible joy!

My silence was a bad experience
What if my pen was too honest?
Would I do better than Corazon?
No, I can’t give

What If

What if I was someone else
Would I still be friends with myself?
Would I be the bane of my existence
Or would I love myself like I think I would?

They say perfects don’t exist,
Well, I’m a perfectionist.
What if I don’t become who I want to be?
Whilst surviving 
Would I live?
Or would I cease to exist?

This is my

Self Doubt

Wouldn't you love to know,
The love I failed to show;
Because I failed to see,
All the love in me.

Doubt that was branded,
By those heavy handed;
Who only commanded,
In the first degree.

They spawned indecision,
And lacked the precision;
To guide on my mission,
Out of gross misery.

The flames of desire,
Was meant to inspire.
To lift youself higher,
And set yourself free.

One Question

Even with the sharpness of the blade, 
I can't seem to cut deep enough into my skin
for the demons to escape from deep within. 

Through the breaking of my heart, 
they found their way into my mind 
and with my soul they tried to bind.

Though they weren't self made, 
they feed only upon my pain,

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