How to do that,
Lifting one’s mood,
Getting hyped up,
Believing in oneself,
And, in our own skin, feeling just right?
I lost it.
I faked it.
I sought it.
But over and over again I keep returning to that same spot,
In a whole of mistrust, uncertainty, and a disrupted heart.
A breath in,
A breath out,
I’m going to keep this up.
Until I trust this damned self,
Until I stop ruining myself with doubt.