To think I wrote this poem awhile ago when I was feeling down about myself. These were my actual thoughts from a couple of years ago. It’s a blessing that I’m the man that I was looking for in the mirror. Not the complete man that I saw in my dreams, but a portion of him. Anyway, enjoy the poem below.
Insecurities: Waking up in this body Looking down at a belly Wishing I could step in some love like R. Kelly But really Who would want me? Nobody I just want to be the man that I see in the mirror The man in my dreams I’m him Just a bigger version It’s like I want to wake up to a Lamborghini but instead, it’s an excursion This type of thinking scares me When I think of myself as impaired But I really can’t ever see my heart being paired Because I barely like to breathe air Thinking like why god couldn’t be fair? It was fair in the beginning, but I brought the rest of the weight on me It’s a sad world when I start to hate on me Because I just dream of a better me When will the days change for me? I know it’s all in my head Wishing I wasn’t well fed Wishing I was dead Words from my insecurities