I can do it!
I can do it!
I can do it!
“But can you really?”
There is always a party in my head,
The pity kind
And even when everyone leaves
Doubt is left behind
We’ve been good friends,
Doubt and I,
He has helped me not make a fool of myself
Kept me shy
Like that one time when
I wanted to play
And he said, “What if you get laughed at by the whole of Bombay?”
I can do it!
I can do it!
I can do it!
“But can you really?”
Doubt has a little pet
His name is Fear
He scares the shit out of me
I swear
He follows doubt everywhere
Those deep black eyes staring
I wanna talk & reason with Doubt
But Fear keeps me from sharing
Doubt tells me
I am not good enough yet
I need more work
I need to be the best
I can do it!
I can do it!
I can do it!
“But can you really?”
But I don’t want to be the best
For me its not a test
I don’t really want to impress and hangout with Success
Success’s mansion is cool and all
But I like my little house
There I meet Happy and Joy and Peace
I need their smiles & hugs, not the applause
I’ve tried to run away many times
From doubt’s courtyard
But then I always bump into Failure
He is like the bodyguard
Failure picks me up and puts me
Right back in Doubt’s room
Where those two are always hanging around
Depression and Gloom
I hate them
They don’t even let me getup to wash my face
They read to me all my sobs stories in great detail
Remind me of my place
I can do it!
I can do it!
I can do it!
“But can you really?”
You know what?
I’ve had enough of this shit
I am going to walk up to Doubt
And tell him we need to split
I took one look at Courage
Who had been hiding in my pocket
He winked at me and said,
“Time to create a racket!”
As I walked towards Doubt
Mumbling to myself
“I can do it!
I can do it!
I can do it!”
Doubt looked at me from across the room and said,
“But can you really?”
“Yes I Can”, I said
And just walked away quickly
“But can you really?
But can you really?
But can you really?”
He kept shouting,
And as his voice faded in the background,
I winked at Courage in my pocket and whispered,
“Yes I can!”
-- Hardik
Self-Portraits taken with smartphone Poco f1.
Edited in Lightroom for Mobile.
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