ConfidentA Poem by CentipedleHow am I doing? It's not an easy as a I'm good or no I'm not. It's more like I wish I had the skill sets to do a lot of things because I'd be better off that way. I wish I knew exactly how I was feeling because I know it's perfectly okay to be sad, upset, over certain things. There is a point though where I refuse to be crippled over a feeling of depression anymore. I want a job. How I'll get them is another question entirely, I have to work my a*s off and the hardest part is knowing what if I fail even if I try my hardest and people don't seem to see it that way. So... how am I doing. Great, but in a sense so horrible that I hope I have enough effort to support the people I love. I want it to be okay, but wishing doesn't exactly help everything. Curious as to what brought this up? Idk, maybe because life is starting to take it's tole on me. I'm nineteen, about to lose someone who is close to me to cancer. Already lost my soon to be mother in law and my little brother needs all the help he can get in life. And I'll erupt out of the ashes stronger than ever because I have the confidence to say, this chapter in my life will pass. Everyone I meet, talk to and interact with I have an impact on them whether it's negative or it's positive. So I have to work hard. For that job, for my learners permit. I'll get to it, even if it takes a while it'll be there. How's that for an confident speech thing. © 2016 CentipedleAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 27, 2016 Last Updated on July 27, 2016 AuthorCentipedleApple Valley, CAAboutHi, my name is Pedle as an online handle. Don't be afraid of my username! Note about reading your stuff. I try to review as much as I can if you are on my list below. But the best SURE way to get .. more..Writing
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