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In the arena, success means everything, and potential means nothing. And everyone with tattered sleeves is written off as vague, gray, and lost to the doldrums of dreams. No one wants you to be lost here. It was cute when you were younger, but you're too old to pretend. Just be successful at being you, whatever it is, that you do. I want to go back to the playpen, but not just to **** around. I want to be a puppy with potential, not what you perceive to be the success or failure of my identity, Because my potential is what makes me successful as a human being, so, believe in ME! Mother, please believe that my zigzagging monogamy is a rainbow array, not color theory. I'm sorry you'll have to wait for grandchildren to play in your backyard... with my future husband... What if they were playing... with my future wife? Lover, please believe that when I open my heart I'm not doing it to capture and pin yours down I just want to feel it beat. Stranger, believe that I am not trying to win your praise, I am ignorant, naive, and ambivalent to white lies. Friend, believe that I am actually concerned with how YOU feel. I'm not just asking to be polite. Boss, believe that I am not the title you use to assign and reward me. I am a human. I'm good at learning the rules of these games. Audience, believe that I am not a poet. I just feel strongly and write those feelings down. Ego, believe that I am smarter than you, wrapped up in other's presence about ME. I am just ME, yet I rarely feel like ME. I often just feel like trying to be what you want me to be. Ego, I must remind you everyday to leave ME at peace.
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
A letter to Ego
In the arena, success means everything, and potential means nothing. And everyone with tattered sleeves is written off as vague, gray, and lost to the doldrums of dreams. No one wants you to be lost here. It was cute when you were younger, but you're too old to pretend. Just be successful at being you, whatever it is, that you do. I want to go back to the playpen, but not just to **** around. I want to be a puppy with potential, not what you perceive to be the success or failure of my identity, Because my potential is what makes me successful as a human being, so, believe in ME! Mother, please believe that my zigzagging monogamy is a rainbow array, not color theory. I'm sorry you'll have to wait for grandchildren to play in your backyard... with my future husband... What if they were playing... with my future wife? Lover, please believe that when I open my heart I'm not doing it to capture and pin yours down I just want to feel it beat. Stranger, believe that I am not trying to win your praise, I am ignorant, naive, and ambivalent to white lies. Friend, believe that I am actually concerned with how YOU feel. I'm not just asking to be polite. Boss, believe that I am not the title you use to assign and reward me. I am a human. I'm good at learning the rules of these games. Audience, believe that I am not a poet. I just feel strongly and write those feelings down. Ego, believe that I am smarter than you, wrapped up in other's presence about ME. I am just ME, yet I rarely feel like ME. I often just feel like trying to be what you want me to be. Ego, I must remind you everyday to leave ME at peace.
courtney-pruitt
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
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