One to the outside, split from within Her mind, Her heart , wear more than a single skin.
Always tough for others, her shoulders feel weighed down too. Wants to take a break, slow down But no one can know, have any sorta clue.
Faces the battle, absorbs the pressure for all Not for others, for she is selfish It is she who cannot falter and fall.
Not easy to impress! Loves to express!
Self critiques and self doubts Is harsh on herself, pretty much through out.
She years, hence yells But her difficulties she never tells.
Walks in to conquer , she knows ahe can ‘What if I can’t?’ the thought, it crops up, again and again.
Don’t get her wrong, she ain’t in the weak quadrant. She can’t settle for less, that’s her only constant.
‘Not Pretty’, she thinks. ‘Not Strong’, she feels. ‘Not Enough’, she says
It’s not the lack of strength, it’s Her Insecurities talking.