Poetry On Self Esteem Novels & Stories

It shakes my self esteem low to the core and makes me feel easily intimidated by those who only end up taking advantage of me. I have tried to be strong , to stand tall and prove to everyone that I can be more than they think of me to be, but every time that feeling of confidence overwhelms me. Something that is good enough to shock me and pull me down will just pop up and I will then end up starting from square one to build myself up.

"That is exactly what I am doing. Facing the reality as it is. yes, hopes and dreams are what pushes people like me to become better and that is what people like you would never understand. we aim high and that fuels our hunger to fulfil our dreams. We never give up and that is how we made it this far. It merely started by dreaming high." with that being said, I don't need to be told twice before leaving the scene. I left feeling wild with anger. Rather than being ashamed or embarrassed like I thought I'd be, it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulder by talking back to that devil in disguise. Nobody should ever make anyone feel like he is not enough. Nobody! My mom thought me better t

It was stupid of me who fantasised about him all the time as a no self-esteem person. The love and emotions I'd for him are now surpassed under the hater, disgust, disappointment, shame and heartbroken pain. I don't want to fool myself and ruin my life with my own hands anymore. It would be best for me now if I see things in a different light where my self-respect stands in height without being taken for granted by anyone.

By the time we would be back he should already be waiting for us here after he had rested from his stressful journey and must've already been served lunch or dinner depending on the time he arrived. "Looking smart and handsome, totally irresistible, no one on earth is ought to look this handsome, it explains why I am a mini God, with the strength of a thousand men to do with it what I please until the day of my natural last breath." I said to my reflection in the mirror, it had come to be my routine after having my bath to give myself a good dose of daily affirmations, it helped to boost my self esteem and give me the extra push I needed to destroy my enemies.

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

I said. " Mommy , tell me will everyone like me again? I asked sobbing. " Ofcourse dear, everyone loved you and will always loved you" my mom said. " Won't I still be regarded as a mad woman? I asked. " Why are you degrading yourself, you are not a mad woman, I have always known you to have a high self esteem, where is this feelings coming from? Mommy asked. " It's just that I see my previous condition that could be a stigma on me" I said.

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After getting up and sitting down again, she was too tired, got up, and decided to walk around the stage while talking and interacting with her audience. "Hello, Miss Adela, I've always admired you for a long time. My past is like a sad song. The one I love doesn't love me, the one who loves me is gone forever because of me. I thought I should die and give this beautiful life to someone else But I didn't and that's why I'm standing here today and talking to you. Most disappointing, she told me: 'Living a life is not easy, fear instills in us low self-esteem, no matter what we do, we will think we are a failure. But fear and boredom. hate yourself, loser, or whatever. It's the self in your mi

My speech was better than I had thought it would be, I sang a song of praise to the Lord and It even made people cry. I was brand new and healed; transformed and sharpened. The world was waiting to me to do exploits and greats things with it and my new life came with a lot of lessons that I had to learn and so many attributes to imbibe. The first thing I needed to learn was the fact that, nothing absolutely was wrong with me physically and I was perfect, just the way I was. I mean, if I could master that simply fact, then I could deal with insecurities and low self esteem because insecurities in itself are a perverse form of pride. You know you look good and you're doing just great but the d

( when you can not say your pain you should share it with yourself, every time In life it is not important that someone will be beside you to pick you up) " it is not my habit to trust anyone nowadays but you seem like a nice poet, " Shaina comments as she shaled her hair backward. "I am a writer, poetry is just another thing I do because I am good with words," he said as he looked at her. " I can see that, " Shaina chuckled, he smiled at her. " do you want to talk about it? " he said as Shaina closed her eyes for a second, it was her fight and she was going to fight it herself.