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
