The feelings of a drifter
Most of the time I feel so insecure.
It’s like, no matter what I do, it’s always not enough or it’s bound to fail.
I’ve always been envious of the people who always appear to be awesome no matter what they do.
It’s like they were meant to do great things while I will be doomed to failure.
There’s always someone better than me and there will be someone else who’ll be better than those better than me.
So does that make me someone who’s at the bottom?
My negativity is always overwhelming.
I don’t trust myself as the people I’ve surrounded myself with my whole life don’t seem to trust my abilities either.
They say we should learn to love ourselves.
I love myself, but I just can’t think of myself doing great things.
Perhaps my words here are the most sincerest I could ever say in my whole life.
I’ve disguised myself as someone who appears both clueless and deep. But in truth, I know things… and I’m very shallow.
Sometimes I ask no one in particular, about why am I not like those famous people.
Are they born to do that? Are they made?
Even if the answer is the latter, why is it that I never got to experience something like that in my lifetime?
Someone once did a palm reading for me and said I’ll be plagued with distractions all my life.
I looked back to the path I’ve taken and realized the truth in the reading.
I’m never serious enough, or I don’t have that much dedication.
I’m too shallow… and too careless.
I don’t know myself even if I’m supposed to be the one who knows about myself most.
Maybe that’s why I’ll forever be an unknown drifter.
