I know I'm amazing.
I bathed in praise my whole life,
From family to classmates and friends,
"You're such a great artist!", I know I am,
I could even be called the next Leonardo da Vinci
"You're so smart!", I know I am.
When everyone whines about math, I cheer.
But I also hear things like,
"You're so quiet." I know I am.
I just have nothing interesting to say.
"You cry a lot.", I know I do.
I'm a crybaby who cries over fictional stories.
I know I'm great.
I love myself and my talents,
But I disappoint myself, expecting more from myself.
But moving forward is essential,
Realize that I don't have do everything perfectly,
Accept the compliments,
Don't get jealous,
Accept that I'm not the best.
I know I'm good.