Who Am I
He is a man of his word,
He always do his best to keep every promise,
and never make a promise he knows he can’t keep.
He’ll give you the shirt off his back if you really do need it,but he isn’t a humanitarian – no he is a Humanitarian.
He always offer others his help,
but rarely accept the assistance of others,
because it makes him feel like he’s weak
He is weak yet,stronger than he seems.
He is a rock star on the inside but physically and mentally,he is a rock star who has no musical abilities.
At times he has self-esteem but really never do
I will say,I believe in him and that he’s happy with what he can do but truth be told;there’s always that nagging doubt,the lingering thought,the dreaded fear of proving ourselves right and confirming the utter worthlessness that we usually find in ourselves.
I overanalyze everything – I’m always thinking about something.I love to watch people butI hate it when people stare.
I am a believer,but at times I wonder if God even cares! — call myself a fool for ever thinking that way,as I finally see all of the things I take for granted that He’s blessed me with everyday.
I always wait too late to say what I’m feeling,or can never seem to find the courage to say it when I want to With time.
I have grown too scared to reach for the stars,to walk out on limbs,put myself on the line but I don’t want to be left behind,
I don’t want to watch those around me grow and become happier,while I am stuck in misery,
I don’t know who I am