ME.
ME.
There's so many things I think about when I hear that word
Should I be proud to be me?
Sometimes I hate me.
I hate me for every time I screw up
even for the slightest thing.
I try so hard.
I still remember the time were I would feel so proud of myself for getting A’s and B’s
but now even having ONE B seems like a failed.
Stress spreads through my head like fog through grass.
I know i'm not as smart as others.
I don't stand out.
Being funny and hiding my feelings is why I have friends.
My best friend living in a different city doesn't help.
With so many things to do,
I doubt myself.
My self esteem is getting in the way.
However me can be full of life.
Like a squirrel on steroids.
From singing my lungs out
to dying of laughter.
From laughing to my dumb jokes
To finding life again.
I just don't know how long I can keep going.
I like the part were you talk about your best friend being in a different place. I can definitely relate to that.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you talked about how the stresses in your life evolved as you got older.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you talked about how the stresses in your life evolved as you got older.
ReplyDeleteStay strong, you can do it! I like this poem, it really shows how tough peoples' lives can be.
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