There isn’t anymore chances
Our minutes are swiftly gone
We may not realize what’s happening
Until we look back and its been too long.
Yesterday I played with dolls and toys
Before I saw it, I was grown
I took what life had offered me
And made it all my own.
Now it’s up to us and what we do
With info filtering our ears
We can choose to live it or let it go
But it does catch up with our growing years.
Written by,Terry Shepherd
08/25/2021
I wish, when I was young, that I had a built a boat-load of confidence in life and myself, but I didn’t. I hate it that still today, I strive to be all that I can for others and always forget that I am far from perfect. I have friends on here that seem to have it all.
A good childhood, a positive and productive adult life, courage to admit their wrongs and proud of their rights. I am very proud of my friends that have included me in their lives.
I try, I try to hard to not beat myself up for my flaws, but I fail so often. I talk to God about it, I have sought help in learning to accept myself, and still I fail. I think some days that this is why I try so hard to at least make others smile.
The first word that is spoken to me, that is negative; I run away with my tail between my legs.
I have to stop. I really do. I don’t want to go to my grave with this hanging on my soul, but how do I do this? How do I erase words and feelings from earlier days? I pump myself up so much and then I deflate in a matter of seconds.
My doctor calls this depression and I don’t know; maybe he has something there. All I know, is I want it to stop. I am who I am, but I’m still learning.
Who I am 