Self-detonation

Maybe that’s what people deem as self-disbelief. In the most distraught of times and during the most hectic moments, the arrows start firing themselves back at me. The perpetuator? Me, myself and I. If only I could stand firm and not sound like a pushover, will people not start to take advantage of my soft spots. That’s going to take a whole lot of courage. Courage to stand against all odds, courage to thump my fist firmly on the table and say “No”, courage to stay true to myself and courage to fight back those tears which overwhelm my words whenever I feel like I can’t take things any longer. I guess I only have myself to blame.