I’ve always loved the idea of growth—of becoming better, stronger, wiser. But there are moments, quiet and uncomfortable moments, when I stand before the mirror and see something else: the worst in me. The chaos. The flaws. The parts I try to hide, even from myself. The part I don’t want to admit is there.
I see my chaos. My inability to organize. The times I’ve crossed the line or played politics. I see my craving for recognition, the whisper of imposter syndrome that says, You’re not enough. I see the loneliness that creeps in when the masks come off. And for a moment, it feels overwhelming, as though those parts are trying to define me then crush me.
But then, I think about fire. Abut the burn.
The worst in me is fuel for the flames. Like a bonfire that burns fiercely, it can be dangerous if left untamed. But if I tend to it, the fire transforms. It becomes something else—a source of light, warmth, and even inspiration. A bonfire is a place where people gather, drawn by its glow. It invites conversations, even the hard ones, and creates space for transformation.
When I let the fire burn—when I’m honest with myself—I find growth. It’s not about perfection. It’s not about always showing strength. It’s about humanness. Growth comes in the moments where I admit, “I’m flawed. I’m vulnerable. I’m human.” And it’s in those moments that I connect most deeply with others, because they’ve felt it too.
This isn’t just about me. It’s about all of us. The worst in us doesn’t have to define us—it can transform us. The chaos, the mistakes, the fears—they’re not the end. They’re the beginning.
So, what will you throw into the fire? What part of you needs to burn away to make space for something better to emerge?
Let the fire glow. Let it burn away the lies you tell yourself. And when the flames settle, let the warmth remind you: the worst in you doesn’t make you weak—it makes you human. And that’s where the best in you begins.
This is my Sunday Glow.
The Song: The Worst in Me
As always, with my Sunday Glow, I’ve paired this reflection with a song. ‘The Worst in Me’ is a raw and honest exploration of the shadows we carry. It starts from a place of pain and self-doubt—of seeing all the flaws we try so hard to hide. The verses dig into those moments of vulnerability, the feeling of being lost or unworthy. But as the song progresses, it shifts.
It moves from darkness to light, from chaos to clarity. The rap interlude acts as a turning point, igniting the fire of transformation. By the end, it’s no longer about the worst in us dragging us down—it’s about how those parts can spark something greater. The outro lands with a sense of hope, resilience, and renewal.
Here are the lyrics:
The Worst in Me
(Verse 1)
I see the cracks in my mirror
Fragments of all I can’t be
A kaleidoscope of chaos
Swirling in and out of me
I chase the big picture, the grand parade
But miss the details I let cascade(Pre-Chorus)
And I play the games, I wear the masks
I crave the stage, but the curtain cracks(Chorus)
This is the worst in me, the tangled mess I hide
The fear, the fraud, the tears, the pride
I’m weak, I’m lonely, I’m old, I’m worn
A heart that’s been mended, but still feels torn(Verse 2)
I manipulate shadows, twist the light
A puppeteer of my own plight
Craving recognition, screaming to be seen
Yet drowning in this imposter dream
I’m disorganized, scattered, and lost at sea
Fighting a battle only I can see(Pre-Chorus)
And I push too hard, I pull away
A pendulum swinging, night and day(Chorus)
This is the worst in me, the tangled mess I hide
The fear, the fraud, the tears, the pride
I’m weak, I’m lonely, I’m old, I’m worn
A heart that’s been mended, but still feels torn(Rap Interlude)
Yo, in the space between the silence, the echo calls,
A journey through the chaos, we rise, we fall.
From the ashes of the broken, we build the throne,
Resilient like the roots, we’ve grown on our own.Transformation’s the anthem, let it collide,
Grief to growth, we rise with the tide.
Phoenix flames in the dark ignite,
This is more than a fight—it’s the fire of life.(Verse 3)
I wear my masks in the daylight
But at night, they start to fade
The cracks in my armor whisper
Every secret I’ve betrayed
I reach for the stars, but stumble blind
Chasing dreams that I’ve left behind(Pre-Chorus)
And I play the games, I shift the blame
A soul on fire, but who’s to blame?(Chorus)
This is the worst in me, the tangled mess I hide
The fear, the fraud, the tears, the pride
I’m weak, I’m lonely, I’m old, I’m worn
A heart that’s been mended, but still feels torn(Outro)
But in the ashes, I rise again,
A phoenix forged from where I’ve been.
The cracks once feared now hold the light,
A fractured soul prepared to fight.The worst in me, no longer my chain,
It’s the fire that drives, the spark that remains.
From chaos to clarity, I’ll ignite anew—
This is the worst in me, and the best breaking through.
This pairing of the Glow and the song reflects the journey from shadow to light, from despair to hope. Let this week’s Glow remind you that even the worst parts of ourselves can become the sparks that light the way forward.