Where Did All The Happy Go?
I'm Pretty Sure It Once Existed
was i ever good enough
how do i compete with that
a faker when things get too rough
i'm getting old and getting fat
my best ain't what it used to be
and sadly, i just don't care
i struggle with what i think of me
and i cannot stand my hair
i remember when i was younger
"won't it be nice to settle in"
thinking of me, as i got older
i would be comfortable in my skin
but those days just never happened
i'm as lost as i was then
i need to have my head examined
get off my knees and try again
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (6)
I think I flushed mine. Plugged up the toilet. Water everywhere. Not to mention all that came up with it.
Ah, the poet’s spiral where self-doubt does pirouettes and nostalgia heckles from the wings. But even in this tangle of tired rhymes and tangled hair, there’s a strange beauty… like a sonnet sulking in sweatpants.
That's a damn good question. Love it!
This really hits home. We all have those moments of self-doubt. I've felt like I'm not good enough at times, especially when things get tough. It's hard to accept that our best isn't what it used to be. But giving up isn't the answer. We gotta keep trying. What do you think is the first step to getting out of this rut?
Yes to all of this!! I felt every line.
A deeply introspective poem that captures the raw struggle of self-doubt