You matter to me. You really do. You just can’t get out of your own way.
It’s been hard for you to see what others see about you so you’re slowly morphing yourself into the terrible person you think you are. You ain’t that person. Never work. Your goodness creeps out in moments set up for you to be your worst self. You were created to do good works and be good.
You are good.
You’ve conditioned yourself into believing that there is nothing good about you. Spoiled but not the good kind. You ain’t worth care, time, commitment or love. Especially love. Who is supposed to love someone like you?
Do you love you?
I stare at you and realize that you’ve turned into the walking embodiment of your faults. It wasn’t like this before. Dreams? You chased those. Ideas? You had them. No mountain you couldn’t top, no valley you couldn’t traverse. You were … you. But where is that person?
Hiding under failure? You ain’t a failure. You’re here. That’s a success story. Act like one.
ciara roslyn-james 