It's getting the best of me
This thing called the unknown
As if am that jealous girl
That girl with insecurities
Paining me deeply
I wish to pour out my emotions
But there is no intention
Of what soever is wrong with me
Just like you said
Am just me
Blunt me
With this stigma
The stigma of pressure
The pressure of not delivering
Delivering as expected of me
Kills the vibe of action
It's not my fault though
It's what the situation of things
Has made me into, of which
Presently I have no clue............
Interesting poem Ola. Keep it up.
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thanks @nonz
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great lines, wonderful words, amazing stanzas, beautiful poem. Keep the good works. I write poems too.
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