Happily Silent

I would like to be content with my own company
but often dissatisfied with me
to sit with myself, silent
is an act I think I’d repent

I’m not confident in my opinion
in my comfort zone being a minion
of my own worth, I’m not singing
my self-esteem issues loudly ringing

My poetry makes me feel free
but I’m safe in relative anonymity
wish I could speak to my soul
whisper sweet-nothings, make it feel whole

I’m jealous of those that can meditate
being at ease with themselves must be great
I’d think someone was judging
from my set ideas I’m not budging

Today I’m going to pat myself on the back
of self-praise and compliments there’ll be no lack
raising my satisfaction level
then maybe in me, I can revel