She doubts herself,
A. Lot.
She believes she cannot love another,
I hen she doesn't know how to love herself.
She thinks she cannot care for another,
When she doesn't care about her own being.
She is convinced that she cannot support another,
When she cannot support herself.
Thus, she continues to plague her mind with doubt.
She tried to come up with solutions and hypothesizes,
Which, when put in trial,
Failed more times than one can count.
And so, she gives up,
Believing that she is not made to love, care and support.
She is just a walking cloud of confusion and a ball of coalesced negativity.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
