You’re always saying I should have more confidence.
Not to be hard on myself, that you believe in me.
My journey is only beginning. I’ll grow and improve with time.
You promise you’ll help me. You’ll break me from my shell.
I’ll be free. I’ll be happy.
You’ll never stop whispering those promises. You’ll always be there for me.
But if you care so much, and know me so well, then you’d know the truth.
I’m happy with me.
Why aren’t you?
Categories: Short Stories