remember when you finished my poem
The way some people naturally finish each other’s sentences?
I read them over & over
And I know it’s over.
Insecure, I’m
Insecure
Insert secret security
I’m secretly wounded
By a blinding bit of word insecurity,
Like food insecurity,
Don’t take out your own troubles on real problems others face and exhaust yourself with these frivolous mannerisms, they are proud and priggish
No one will care because you sound arrogant—-I tell myself over & over
That sounds like a joke. You are a joke,
And everything everyone tells you is a beautiful lie,
You are really dumb and everyone thinks you’re actually doing so badly and all your work is crap—-crap crap crap!
You made so many editing errors and grammatical mistakes, you stupid idiot… crap crap crap.
Remember when you when finished our po—
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The lies we tell ourselves, pounding them into our heads & hearts, fortifying ourselves against disappointment & heartache. We can't be as good or talented or gifted as others say we are because we know they want us to feel good. Until that no longer matters to them, & what will they say then? And how will handle such betrayal when we've allowed ourselves to believe? It is a hard & scary thing to allow ourselves to trust another in their praise & words of appreciation for us. And I'm certainly no shining example of humble acceptance & thanksgiving for their words. But know this & never for one moment doubt it. There are people here who really do care about you--& probably a whole lot more all around you. And you are worthy of being loved & liked & appreciated & enjoyed. Okay, enough of mushy. Let's get down to brass tax. When did you go peeking around in my head? What you have written sounds exactly like me. Thanks for allowing yourself to be sufficiently vulnerable to share it with us.
Incredible writing my friend 😉❤️👍
I love the version of that song. This poem really hit home for me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked at the computer screen and the only word I can think is crap. I sit and ask myself why are you wasting your time. Thank you for capturing all my insecurities in this beautiful work.
Can't say it any better than Cathy just did, so I'll just agree.
Yes, remember when you finished and what beautiful words you wrote. Excellent piece brimming with raw emotion. Well done.