Sometimes
I feel that
I'm on the outside
looking in.
I see myself
Through the glass
wishing I could be strong.
Like a duck
shrug off
the rain
And have
nothing bother me.
I have it easy
My life isn't hard
but thrust
into your world
I feel inadequate.
I want to live out my dream
but the critiques hurt me
(i feel like such a whiner)
so I want to run
(i feel like such a baby)
improve and fix
(hide little baby! hide!)
or give up altogether.
I believed
this was my gift
from God
I believed
that this
what He wanted me to be.
Could I be wrong?
How could I be wrong?
Writing
since I was six
I feel like such a whiner
I feel like such a baby
I feel like I am losing.