I think sometimes being a poet (or artist in general) means finding yourself caught in a vicious cycle of doubting whether you are a “real” poet/artist or not. For me at least, the belief comes in waves. I’ll be completely confident in my skills, I will know I’m good at what I do and it shows. And then just as quickly I can find myself wondering if I’m really “that good” or just better than bad and that’s why people like what I do. It’s so crazy the way my mind works sometimes. Anyway, I’ll be performing again soon, I got asked to compete in an all female slam in July so I guess I should get back to it eh? I do miss being a poet…
It’s not because I’m fake. It’s because I have a different comfort zone around certain people. I’ll act loud, stupid, be mean to you, act crazy, and do the most stupidest things with you because I’m comfortable around you. But, I can be quiet and shy if I don’t know you that well or we aren’t very close. Just because I act different around certain people, doesn’t mean I’m fake. I just have a different comfort zone with certain people.
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