check yourself fool check your judgement check yourself by judging yourself pride yourself by judging yourself pride yourself by judging your judgement respect yourself is by judging yourself respect your pride is by judging your pride
to fool yourself is to check yourself to fool yourself is to respect yourself respect is to honor yourself to honor yourself is to honor your respect judgement is a pride of honor judgement is a pride of checking yourself to fool yourself is to pride yourself
a fool check himself a fool fool himself pride yourself to fool yourself pride yourself to honor yourself pride is priding yourself honor is honoring yourself check is checking yourself
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words from the renaissance for instance words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about to check yourself is to check your pride. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
People notice. Their eyes and minds, Focused on you. Like a street lamp, Judgment flickers, Off and on. You have a reason That I understand? No judgement. You have an excuse That I can't relate to? Fix yourself. Work on yourself. Blame yourself. Shape yourself. Wait.
You are not broken. There is nothing to fix. You are whole as you are. Like Kintsugi You put yourself back together. More beautiful than you Ever were.
I have been taking care of myself for the past 23 years. I am no longer accepting life advice from anyone who believes I'm a project to fix.
Everyone else has gone home I watch the waves and wait for the taxi cab. Desperately clinging to my thank yous and sorrys I burrow myself in them, like a scared, lost kitten. Always needing. Forced to be the Chameleon, how could I know anything else? God can only judge me, if he can find me. I keep making gods out of people. Stop. Stop. Stop. I hold off until I can’t. Nail me by my feet and by my hands something inside of me craves to be crucified. Guilt has been woven into my body, by hands as old as exodus. To the Chameleon, this is what it is to be held. This feels like home. This, right here, is my everlasting. Thank you, I’m sorry.
i was guilty of nothing when i learnt everything now i am guilty of anything you teach me a victim if you tell me they hurt me a liar if you tell me i deceived i was guilty of nothing until you gave me something to hate myself with guilty until proven innocent when innocence is suspended disbelief