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I've always fancied myself to be a care-free person I never  give a hoot as to what people think of me I know that I  am good inside, if others don't I shouldn't mind. But there are certain words, insults, and phrases That I cannot brush off, with a HAH and a cough Things I tucked away, sent to bed years ago. But sometimes these self-concious demons Get up to ask for water. "You're so aggressive" I am not aggressive, But I am not a swan princess, do not expect me to be. "You're such a brat." I'm am annoying when I am, But I am not a spoiled 8 year old. "You're so fake" I am kind to all whether I enjoy their company or not, I do not gossip. ever. Do not make claims about my being I know my faults better than those who observe them I am working hard at them, to be a better person I do not need help There is no benefit when hurtful words are expressed I know me You know you Why should you try and make anyone better but yourself? If there was more focus inwardly on being a better person No one would be sad. Or bad. Or self-concious, not even a tad.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
Insecurities
I've always fancied myself to be a care-free person I never  give a hoot as to what people think of me I know that I  am good inside, if others don't I shouldn't mind. But there are certain words, insults, and phrases That I cannot brush off, with a HAH and a cough Things I tucked away, sent to bed years ago. But sometimes these self-concious demons Get up to ask for water. "You're so aggressive" I am not aggressive, But I am not a swan princess, do not expect me to be. "You're such a brat." I'm am annoying when I am, But I am not a spoiled 8 year old. "You're so fake" I am kind to all whether I enjoy their company or not, I do not gossip. ever. Do not make claims about my being I know my faults better than those who observe them I am working hard at them, to be a better person I do not need help There is no benefit when hurtful words are expressed I know me You know you Why should you try and make anyone better but yourself? If there was more focus inwardly on being a better person No one would be sad. Or bad. Or self-concious, not even a tad.
not a good poem, but it relieved my anger
phiag
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Netherlander
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
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