What ifs...
My mind consists of everflowing "what if's".
Things I long to do...Things I wish I had done.
A cold sweat wraps around me as fear grips my very soul.
I try to hold my head above my self doubt
And for just a few moments, it seems I might break free.
My motivation and support have disappeared.
Did I drive them away or were they ever really there?
Sinking more deeply into my shell, I begin to slowly erode even more.
Always seeking and desiring that my reasons for being return.
I am unwilling to have faith in myself, afraid of making mistakes.
The things I need so desperately...
Love, approval, loyalty...I have somehow lost.
Alone, I stand, against the world.
A world that never seems to see the pain of a little girl.
I walk the one way streets of self-loathing.
The world needs very little prompting to make me see myself as less...
Less than a person...Less than a mother...Less than a daughter and friend.
Sometimes, a spark of hope makes me believe for a moment
I can find the strength to accept myself and so can others.
But the old dreams keep haunting my soul.
I am left feeling lost and alone once more.
The woman in the mirror is the woman I must learn to love
And to let grow.
To somehow believe she has value,
As a person, a mother, a daughter, a friend...
But most of all as a child of God.
Things I long to do...Things I wish I had done.
A cold sweat wraps around me as fear grips my very soul.
I try to hold my head above my self doubt
And for just a few moments, it seems I might break free.
My motivation and support have disappeared.
Did I drive them away or were they ever really there?
Sinking more deeply into my shell, I begin to slowly erode even more.
Always seeking and desiring that my reasons for being return.
I am unwilling to have faith in myself, afraid of making mistakes.
The things I need so desperately...
Love, approval, loyalty...I have somehow lost.
Alone, I stand, against the world.
A world that never seems to see the pain of a little girl.
I walk the one way streets of self-loathing.
The world needs very little prompting to make me see myself as less...
Less than a person...Less than a mother...Less than a daughter and friend.
Sometimes, a spark of hope makes me believe for a moment
I can find the strength to accept myself and so can others.
But the old dreams keep haunting my soul.
I am left feeling lost and alone once more.
The woman in the mirror is the woman I must learn to love
And to let grow.
To somehow believe she has value,
As a person, a mother, a daughter, a friend...
But most of all as a child of God.
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