Doubt

When I wake up in the morning? I wonder what kind of day it will be. It is like what I will write today. Then something came over me. A sign of anxiety came over me. Then I feel doubtful about everything. My mind is running like it is on the race track. Then I lose my thought. I do not believe I can't do anything. So, I put aside my feelings. I want to be the best of me. But I keep stopping myself from stepping forward only if I can control, though, in my brain. Maybe I won't doubt myself. Because I have already had enough people question me. Perhaps they are right. I just foolish myself. Poems turn to stories. The story turns into a poem. How can I spread both? Without losing the emotion. Do I give up, or do I pursue? That is the question I keep asking myself. One day, I will have the opportunity to be me. Do I stop myself? Or do I keep walking? It is all up to me, so if I fall when they pick me up. I won't stay down long. I have to keep presuming. I hope that I will reach my destination. Every day, I don't see myself that my words are not good enough. That caused me to doubt me. Step out is scared. But failure is not the answer. Stop. I will keep pursuing it. Even when I don't think I am good enough. I won't