There are times when I don't know what to say.
I have no idea what should I even say and I start to doubt myself.
Uncertainties creep in
Fear is on its way
Anxiety is here again
Unguarded, I welcome them.
I ask myself: am I like the foolish one who built his house on the sand?
When the storm comes, the house crumbles, there's rivers flooding.
Am I the foolish one?
YOU ARE READING
He Found Me
PoetryYou can't stop me. I will keep on moving forward. You can't shut me out. I will let my voice out. You can't tell me what I am. You have no right anyway. I am what I am. That's the truth you can never change.
