BeaFrielark
I constantly have to compete with myself.
Every critique
Anxiety
Fear
Joy
Dream
It must become better
Or Worse
They must be beaten
To the end.
In the face of uncertainty, my fears take control. I will never be happy, until I can look at life with eyes of hope.
I feel what you feel, friend
When you ache, I ache too
Your broken heart, breaks my own