Reflection

I can be anything I want to be

The night comes as a question to my worth

Successfully vanquishing my self-esteem

Is there ever going to be a better me?

My inconsequential past acting as evidence

I can deal with the negativity but my reflection is what stops me

Crawling out of the mirror and dragging itself with my resilient body hoping the baggage would stop me

Ponder how many failed minds are of such kind

The seed of fear of failure was sowed when I failed my first test

Ever since then it's been a fight to prove myself

The fruit being other's approval

While I sit in silence burning my pages because I never liked what I wrote

Other's applause in the morning and I curse myself at night

On the other side of the illusionary line of chalk lies my perfect self