Would you rather be happy or famous Flawed or blameless? You think fame will give you a name Raise your status Erase your shame But only you can do that To thine own self be true Don’t be chasing after visions Just simply be you Fame doesn’t erase your pain It adds more to your already full plate Stresses you out, while what remains is inner hate Actually worsens what you came out to fix Now you’re in a world surrounded by even more pricks More naysayers, and more noise When really all you wanted was a quiet space To relieve yourself of your woes Release the burdens from your head to your toes Why not just skip all the illusory games? Work on your self-acceptance instead of chasing fame Lay down a foundation of care and compassion And who knows, maybe after it all, you’ll get known for your passion But is that really the priority And could you even bear it? With your current self-talk, I’d all but swear that You can’t handle any more pressure, any more burdens The way you tear yourself down, those inner voices— You heard ‘em?
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Published by Gila Daman
Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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