I want you to know something. It's okay to ask for help. It's not embarrassing; it's brave To admit you don't know something And want to change. I ask that you don't worry That people will think less of you If you do. You're trying to learn. And that's something you should Never apologize for
Is there a feeling worse than regret? Knowing you’ve done something against yourself and only you are to blame? What’s more poisonous than being able to live and relive the events of the past? Than being able to see the rippling effects your actions have? I cannot imagine anything worse Than to be stuck in my own body Than to experience myself so intensely Knowing what I did Knowing who I hurt. I cannot imagine anything more frustrating Than making mistakes and then knowing How I could have done better and Realising the limits of my own cognition And the stupidity of my own ego.
I ask myself why But the question only drives me mad. I spit at my own reflection and Cower into a corner and long for A few seconds of non-existence. I am ugly, Ugly in the soul, Ugly in the bone, And no These mistakes are not normal. How can I be my own victim and perpetrator so easily? And then wake up with dread that I’m not necessarily safe for myself? I am stuck. I did know better But I didn’t do any better, So what the actual f*ck?!
It's like meeting a less popular school friend and you just can't bend your head around it and every word the guy speaks places the two of you together in the middle of the action to the point that you just frankly say I can't remember a thing truth be told the event was real you just don't know this guy from Adam.
Often things go over my head Miss subliminal meaning in words said Am I really stupid because I do not understand Innuendos the rest of the room can? I will be the first to admit I'm unaware There is more inside my skull than empty air I remember when I was able to rely on my gut When I wasn't always asking "what?" Nowadays I am constantly left out I am never quite sure what you're talking about In the dark I am kept away In a room shaded black and grey Silence locks truth up tight Concealing it out of my sight Everybody is in on the most public joke Except me beause I'm too blind to see through the smoke I hope you don't think I'm stupid for asking questions I am intelligent I just don't pay attention My gullible nature may make me a breeze to trick But the fact you see me as a target is sick Sometimes I get the punchline too late That doesn't make me a less suitable mate Sorry for every embarrassing thing I have said I don't know why but things too often go way above my head
I hate feeling like everyone is in on some joke that you don't get
I Got a notice On the freaking Facebook That a piece of embarrassing Art Went viral That I did not Want to Is like Ebola Now everyone Thinks that I Madly in love With the Dalai Lama. I am a loser. Embarrassing.
Like a freak Ostrich I try to stick my Pretty face In a hole And breaks My **** nose. Ouch!!! Fidget spinner!!!! Embarrassing.
Then fumbled With dinner And the food Goes Flying Because of art And Broken nose Flying at my Dad. **** Embarrassing.
imagine a world that would allow you to see yourself through your love’s eyes; you’d see the things that make you beautiful. like the gap between your teeth, or the scars below your lip. completely embrace the defects that meet in the middle, stretching from each side of your chest. there’s no sadness in your eyes, that embarrassing trait matters a lot less. standing before you would be a person that deserves love and needs to be loved by you.