18 years of existence,
Yet still can't build up confidence.
I'm now in the stage of my late adolescence,
Yet still can't satisfy my audience.
5 months in quarantine,
And I just keep doing things in routine.
My friends living their lives as a queen,
While I'm just fighting silent battles, I can't even win.
Lately, my friends noticed how I've become so distant,
I don't know what happened, but everyone just seems hesitant.
I locked myself for hours, trying to accept the reality,
But whenever I look in the mirror, I just cry recklessly.
Everyone keeps on flexing everything they have--even their own body,
While I don't even know if there's a thing I can flex proudly.
I keep on looking for answers,
But what I found is just insecurities for others.
Hatred and jealousy slowly changed me,
And soon brought out the worst out of me.
I tried my best to feel the contentment,
But everyone keeps on making me feel like I'm a disappointment.
All I wanted is to glow up, just like what everyone does,
But why all I have is just questions, and doubts?
This 5 months of my life,
Made me feel I'm the biggest shit alive.
But little did I know, in my greatest downfall,
I'll find a strength to climb even the tallest and highest wall.
As I distance myself,
I learned the importance of knowing yourself more while alone,
Rather than doing your best to please everyone.
From releasing tons of water in my eyes daily,
I learned to find joy within me,
And never depend it again to the people surround me.
I used to find someone who'll see my worth,
But now I just do things that will surely increase my worth,
Not anymore for a man or someone,
But for myself--because that's what I deserve.
The toxicity and negativity inside me,
Is now slowly fading away, as I accept the real me.
Looking back to what I've been through lately,
Reminiscing those days, I want to end badly,
I realize that as everyone having their glow up,
Here I am finally growing up.
And with these lessons I have within me,
I'm not scared anymore to walk in a new journey,
Wherein I'll face my problems as a grown up lady.
is this a poem?