I am everything but simple.
I love myself the most, but I believe more on other people opinion than my own.
I love to be loved, but I am meaner to the one who loves me.
I am often insecure, yet I still think I am better than most people.
I know my happiness is my responsibility, but I beg him to love me.
I love kind people, but I find it hard for me just to smile.
I condemn any kind of abuse, yet I still speak ill of myself.
I believe on God’s mercy, yet I am not willing to forgive.
I know I can only live once, but I let people control the life I live.
I yell to religious people for being hypocrite, but I too still compromise.
I always lie to myself, but I never believe me.
I try to keep myself below the radar, yet I am furious when people underestimate me.
I understand people, yet I never connect with myself.
I know money is not everything, yet I spend my whole life looking for it.
I believe people have their own definition of happiness or success, yet I am still comparing.
I love my parents, but I can’t be patient.
I tell people how to live their life, but honestly I am still confused of my own.
I love my mom because of her generousity, but I am too still selfish.
I want to be listened, but I only hear.
I am happy, but I cry.
I am sad, but I laugh.
I told you, I am everything but simple.
These are just worries I found and observed we sometimes struggle with and I put it into some sort of a poem.