I wrote a poem. In filipino.

I hated my writing voice. I was never satisfied.

Do you know the feeling that you are not good enough? That you always feel that someone is better than you. I always feel that way.

Until my prof complimented my work. I felt shamelessly happy.

I was supposed to hate myself today. But my filipino prof made me happy.

I hate this feeling. Why am I happy?

Ameri