Dear Self-Esteem
Dear Self-Esteem,
You probably already know this
but you're very low.
You are basically the ground.
The gound I step on everyday.
I force myself to ignore you;
I force myself to make others believe it's okay.
There's the saying,
"Fake it til you make it",
But I don't know where making it is.
What it looks like,
how it feels.
Is it when I can stop hating myself?
Is it when I can look at myself and accept what I see?
I can convey the message
my life is together
when really it's falling apart.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know my worth.
But you're out here barely breathing.
Self-esteem I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for
not trying to take care of you
not looking out for you
not realizing that it's a problem.
So for now
I will take small steps
I will look at my life
and see the good
see what i've done
and what I've accomplished.
I will see the beauty
of myself
and my soul.
I will take a small step
and make sure not to squash you.
May we meet on better terms,
Kiarra
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