Self Doubt Poems - Poems about Self Doubt

Burning Faith While looking in the mirror Is disappointment, judgement, Or worse, disgust staring back? What judges from behind our eyes? What words come to mind? Our words, or the failings of others? How is it that we learn To judge ourselves so harshly? Become our own enemy? Better yet, how do we discern, Then dismiss, harmful lessons Taught us by well-meaning others? Some lessons can be...

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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...

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I'm a quandary about a poem that came pretty damn cheap. Should I go ahead and toss it, or is it still good enough to keep? You'd think since it came this easy and is only five lines long - just toss the damn thing and wait for another to come along! But will it? That’s the question that...

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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. ...

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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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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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The worst enemy of not doing things is yourself...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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