My most recent poem...

I would love to hear some feedback regarding my poetry. Is it any good? Does it suck?


Self Definition



A whole entire life spent so far in hiding.
Unsure through much of the what or why.
In competition was the only place to be free.
Free of insecurities, free of fear, free of me.

I let others hold me back, define my expectations.
Allowing myself to be lead, hating it all the time.
My talents were real, but belief was buried deep.
Struggles were as real, yet they lie on the surface.

Desperate to break the surface of self isolation.
To expose everyone to the confidence that existed.
Others were still enabled, by me, to make my path.
Why could I not make life the sport, my success.

Almost half a decade of life, still, regrets abound.
Will there ever be a sense of peace or completion?
One not associated with constant, inner battles.
Tired of self hating, I exhale and raise my head.