Felt like rhyming today.
As an overt performer,
She had always been told:
“You can do this. You’re brilliant.”
But these words often turned to mould.
There were times when she would feel,
Like her mind’s turned to steel,
When she’s lost all zeal,
And she’d prefer the world to be unreal,
Where the light wouldn’t be on her Achilles’ heel,
Where she wouldn’t have to constantly appeal,
Where her insecurities she didn’t have to conceal.
There were times when she would think,
If the judgemental world would change if she’d blink,
If there’d ever come a day when she wouldn’t have to shrink,
If there’d ever come a time when everything would be in sync,
When things aren’t up to the brink,
When she wouldn’t be about to sink,
When she would finally find the missing link.
There were times when she would agree,
That she’d be left behind if she stopped for bread and tea,
That it would be a while until she’d be completely carefree,
That finding solace in her so called sanctuary,
And escaping the Sea of Negativity,
Was something not included in the warranty;
But this was her habit – to always ignore reality.
To be a real performer,
To be an achiever and not a deceiver,
She had to feel, think and agree,
That, “I’m brilliant. I can do this.”