Screamed my name a hundred times, hoping they would hear
My smile moved from real to fake, but no one seemed to care
Tried to alter my true self, believing I'd fit in
Wasn't long and I realized that I was just faking
Yearning for their attention got me traumatized
Life for me was no more authentic but dramatized
Questioned my worth, till my thoughts became thorns
Piercing through every robe of dignity I had on
Happiness always seemed miles away
Dreaded the thought of doing another day
But I paused and reviewed the whole experience
Realized other views mattered but mine made a huge difference
Who defines worth, Creator or created?, I asked
Meditating on this gave me my answer at last
It matters little whether I'm seen or not
For my significance is not hinged on thoughts
I define my worth from the fountain of the Creator
Belonging is admirable, but self-affirmation is greater
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Joshua Ken
I'm a Christian rapper, singer, writer and preacher. I love inspiring people through words and music.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Inspirational piece❤️