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Jan 2016
My words are always
Just my opinion
And sometimes
I'm happy that it just is

During conversations,

While the topic is about me
I can't help but talk poorly
About anything
That I can
About myself

When the topic is about another
I can't help but praise
Anything
That I can
About them

My opinion of myself
Is different
Than the opinion of others

They say I am kind
That I am helpful
That I care

I do care
I want to be kind
I want to be helpful

They say I am
I can't believe that it's the truth

I want to know
That they're lying
That they just want me
To believe that I am
The person they make me out to be

But I know they're not
And I can't help but smile
At just the thought of that

Everywhere I go
They say the same things
And it makes me happy
To know that I'm not the person
I think I am

Just knowing
That I'm kind
And that I'm helpful
Is enough for me
To know I'm a good person
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   Bianca Reyes
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