Not being good enough, always judged behind my back. thinking I'm annoying, ugly, never worth the risk, never took the chance. Always looked at never talked too. my weakness is myself my own judgment, the battle between me and myself. the wall that I haven't broken down. Not going to be good enough—Terra

frequent apologizing

criticizing my every move

refusal to accept compliments

constant discomfort in my own skin

denial of any talent

distrust of any positivity

in an attempt minimize my general impact I curl into myself, small as possible

I do not like to be exposed

and if you tell me I am worthless

I'm likely to believe you

I'm naive to a fault. A "Yes Mam" kind of girl, uncomfortable with saying no. I work in a hospital and every single time I meet a patient that is rude or disrespectful It blows my mind. It's incomprehensible to me to be such a way to someone you just met. Yes, my biggest weakness is without a doubt naivety.

I don't want to, so I won't!

My mind is like a stubborn child.

You can't make me, I'm an adult!

Silent war as it runs wild.

I'll do what I want, okay?!

I want to scold myself, be stern--

We'll work some other day!

And I just watch as my grades burn.

Close your eyes

Feel the pain

Here we go

Slice again

Feel it drip

Watch it run

Take a breath

Here it comes

Feeling hollow?

Feeling numb?

I know I'm not

The only one

Use a knife

Use a blades

This is how

I was made

Here I am

Now I feel

All I have

Cold cruel steel

Coffee

Eyes

Courage

Honesty

Hugs

Comedy

Bacon

I think my weakness is the same as my strongest suit...

My heart

I love fiercely and I'm very compassionate, which means when I set my mind to something that I love then it'll be done, but that also means I love too hard and fall too fast, I get my heart broken yet it's hard for me not to forgive

So I guess you could say that's also naivety but I think that my heart is to blame, but truthfully, I wouldn't have it any other way

Everyone has a weakness, a thing before which their defences plummet and they are transfixed and powerless.

Mine is Chanade, my best friends four year old daughter.

I once was left in charge of the house to babysit while mom and dad went out for a meal. Immediately she took full charge and, sensing my weakness, proceeded to trash the living room.

She released the hamster from its cage (whereupon the fortunate rodent took off into one of the bedrooms), the goldfish had an ice lolly, every toy and jigsaw had to come out and, to polish off the demolition, out came the paintbox.

When they returned from their night out I was traumatised and painted, the hamster was upstairs chewing through a bed leg, the water inside the goldfish bowl was creamed and Chanade had painted hand marks all along the wall.

I was never left in charge again.