To all the souls who feel they are just too weak

You see others putting on their bravest face,

What crumbles you down has left them unfazed

They brush it off like a speck of dirt,

But you are still trying to know its worth.

You wonder if I am the lost cause,

Eventually, was it me who knew nothing at all?

What takes minutes to others

You are fighting with it for years

& everything around you signals

This was not meant to take this long

You secretly feel ashamed of the pain

You judge your capability, proportionate to the result

And every delay feels like a lost battle

At times you wish, may the signal change

& everything around says “You have the bravest face”

You wish someone to scream out loud

Pulling you back from the doubt.

And when nobody around you says what you need

Your doubt has got a final feed

But I wonder how we are so ashamed of our truth

It may be true that we are weak, it may be true that we made bad choices

And it may be so, that we have come far from where we wanted to be.

Maybe your scars won't always be visible, and we are still figuring it out

But you don’t need that validation

Just look within yourself; you know how tough it has been

And that’s enough, my friend

…because at the end, it's all about the story you tell yourself

All That’s Life