Complusive blow to the chest.
Clicking on different tumblrs. Scanning the captured moment of beauty. Clicking out of curiousity. Only to find out that she is prettier than I would have thought. Eyeliner with the curve at the end. Long black hair. Straight or curled. Poses that said, “I’m cute.” Only it keeps on getting worse on this end of the monitor. Got me feeling low. So low I can not seem to get back up. Got me looking at my own face. At my own body. Got me thinking what if I were to look like her? Got me thinking shit this is my face. Shit this is my body. Got me thinking welcome back low self esteem. All the praise knocking at my door will leave disappointed because I won’t answer. I got nothing and nobody to show for. I do me. I am not enough. But I am. I do me. I am enough. What you see is not what you are going to get. One simple captured frame posted for a period of time will not be enough. You are going to have your moment of judgement. Impatience runs deep. Time is ticking. Tick tock tick tock. Onto another picture. That is why looks are important. They are what catches the attention. Personality is what keeps them coming for more. I have personality but nobody is going to stay because they are not even going to be caught by my lack of looks. My fight is not over. I am still at war. This is not a time for me to hang up my weapon - inner beauty. I gotta let it shine. Let is shine brighter than the rays protruding from the sun. I gotta let it run deep. Deeper than the depths of the ocean. I gotta let it run free. Free as birds soaring in the sky. I am enough.
