Page 40 - Fallen Thoughts

Pride

I want to be proud
Of who I am, how I love.

And you ask me why.

All I do is shrug,
I’m not sure I can explain,

But here’s my attempt:

I have a devil

On my back, whispering words.
I can’t shut it up.

This is what I hear:
“You’re not good enough for them.”
“You’re just a nuisance.”

“You’ll never succeed.”
“Your love is dirty and wrong.”
Well, I’ve had enough.

I’ve learned how to fight,

With myself, where no one else sees.
No one notices.

I’ve won, and I’ve lost.

My mind carries battle scars.
I’m fighting right now.