#inferiority
I cut the chords from my throat,
Presenting them as a
Gift in homage to the
Gods of the citidel, burying my
Resentment with the
Bones of my ancestors.
I ripped the nerves from my face,
Offering my apathy to the
Wraiths that would prey on the
Bitterness of mute lamentation .
I tore the veins from my arm,
Freeing the hidden
Tears that flowed like a
Creek over my
Wrist and into silver phial.
I dipped my quill in the phial
And let the
Shadows hear the
Sound of my voice.
©Nathan A. Brock
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
Parents arranged my marriage with a girl.
I liked her at first sight—young and chirpy.
And I made up my mind to marry her soon.
In the followup to the marriage,
We interacted with each other,
In the beginning, I liked her.
Soon, courtship turned one-sided,
I was the only one interested,
Insulting me, she started.
She had a problem with quick love.
Berated me for saying it so soon,
She told me to behave mature.
I accepted her remarks,
The criticism of my ways,
I focused on all my means.
I proudly told her that I didn't give up.
The coma-inducing accident, and
Injuries couldn't reduce me.
I told her about how I literally won a war,
A war against time and disability,
The doctors labeled me as 42% challenged.
"But I didn't give up," I told her.
I defeated my disability,
And all of their speculations.
When I passed into that coma,
After the accident, I'd die,
They had speculated.
When they diagnosed me 42%,
I will do some easier work,
They all had guessed.
They wanted me to drop out of college,
Oh, they want me to be humble,
Be humble and accept fate.
Not that the other job is easier,
But they wanted me to set up a shop,
For daily needs, stationery & photocopy.
Even my mother wanted me to drop out.
Leave the B.Tech. Biotech incomplete,
Opt for an easier course instead.
But I told her that I didn't give up,
No, I did not; I did not give up.
I fought my way to the top.
I cleared my B.Tech. degree in Biotechnology,
Not only that degree, but my story continues,
Attained an M.Tech. in Animal Biotechnology.
I initiated a PhD in Animal Biotechnology,
However, I had to quit it due to COVID19,
I lost my opportunity due to the pandemic.
But she, out of her own regret,
Regretted about not being able,
To clear exams, me she insulted.
"People with disability achieve more."
I felt belittled, but she continued,
"They even crack UPSC-CSE."
I'm not disabled since birth.
No, I'm not, I'm not, I told her.
This disability I acquired in 2010.
I told her the same,
But she did not realise it.
How wrong she was.
How she had insulted me and my struggles,
I can't marry her,
The man I am today is after my struggles.
Though she loved my poetry,
The 'Angel?' Saga the most,
But she insulted my history.
She even compared my life against others.
As if she knows all the people like me,
My dreams shattered due to that accident.
No, she knows everyone not,
She doesn't know others who gave up.
Look at me; I didn't give up, but I'm victorious.
But she was not impressed.
She is rigid and argumentative.
Never going to apologise & accept.
I told her mother that I couldn't marry her.
Why? Because she doesn't know humility.
Obviously, she can never respect me either.
She wanted me to respect her.
She thought that only hers matters.
Because I live in the inferiority complex.
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 2:23 AM UTC
You are superior to 𝘸𝘩𝘰?
I am no one's inferior,
And if someone has differing conjecture;
Congratulations, I believe you!
Clearly, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 are less than 𝘮𝘦.
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 11:54 AM UTC
Her, it's her
The halo rested atop her head
With her magnetic aura, her wits and skill
She has earned it, I must admit
And thus she's adored by many
They all flock to her bestowing self
Halos they have too
But hers radiates a precious glow
They all admire her speeches
Every word laced with drollness or knowledge
Just look at her, she's just perfect
Do they not care for the shadow she casts behind?
I watch the light that is radiated in front
Dear God, I pray someone take her place
She's horrid, she must be!
With her veil of superiority
I bet she has no need for the mere inferior
Why would she, her existence like that of a goddess?
The perfection she has sculpted brings me dread
Yet a monster she is not
I'm just a sinner and I speak ill
Oh to the Heavens I ask
I plead and I beg
Why must I be so undeserving of a halo?
Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 10:50 PM UTC
I see you
in the steam
I know
you’re not waiting
for me
And it breaks
my heart
And I don’t
understand
I feel you
getting close
I wish I could
trustingly know
what you see
when you stare
head on
Are you thinking
of me?
Or would it break
my heart?
I just don’t
understand
I hear you-
all the lies
you’ve said
to me
hang on
to your every
word
until it breaks
my heart
Do you
understand?
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 5:08 PM UTC
Self-love is a zone prohibiting the entrances of painful solitude state and inferiority complex.
© Spriha Kant
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 12:18 AM UTC
A PLACE
We
lived
in a society where
false
is welcomed.
And
Where people
flee from
the
real.
A society
where truth
is enslaved
while deceit reign.
A world where
sages are referred
as mad.
And foolery
rule. An
environment
where love's
deprecated while
lust is summoned.
A place
where caring
is manipulated
as envy.
We lived in a
world where
peace is gradually becoming history,
making same
mistakes as ancestry.
But my dreams
is of a place where there'd be a
new world on planet earth, even
before the
very end of time.
A place as
peaceful as
Heavenly
where equality
lives among
mankind. When superiority or
inferiority is
mummified.
A world where
love will be only language we
all speak and comprehend.
#c9_fm
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
we're from the
south
we're coming for
you
we're giving you
the wrong address in order to hunt
you
don't you worry about it
don't you feel intimidated it's
fine being inferior
don't ya think bro?
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Her worth to you is far greater than mine
And perhaps her love for you as well
You tell me I'm yours, this is true
But these thoughts weight down on my mind
Names flash across your screen
I wonder who it could be?
Heart pounding with curiosity
Though I dare not take a peek
Blind my eyes and close my ears
Don't think too hard, it'll bring you to tears
Though I've seen those pictures still online
And I hear those whispers that are said so carefully
*Almost as if they are afraid,
Of c r u s h i n g my heart*
With words of comfort, he tells me silence
"You are wonderful, You are beautiful "
But the voices that scream tell me otherwise, crying out
Y O U W I L L N E V E R B E E N O U G H
Even if my heart is riddled with fear
Inferiority to the girl who once stood
I'll try my hardest to live up to her
To receive the same love and the same worth
But still.... it hurts
-
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
It’s the way she talks, the way she walks
It’s how her hair flows in the wind
There are so many things I don’t know where to begin
Her smile, saying it’ll be worth while
Her eyes that glisten with mischief
Her body and curves
It’s how she acts that gets on my nerves
And of all the people of the world
You are the one I fear the most
I’m so afraid you will take everything
Then unconsciously you’ll boast
It riddles me with fear
You spark a harsh light in my heart
Pitting holes within my stomach
Tearing me apart
And all because I’m jealous
Jealous of only you in this world
And whenever I look at you I think
I’ll never be enough
Poem after poem I write
Trying to extinguish this fright
But my insecurities keep me company
You set me on fire with your “light”
I’ll never get over this complex
This deep rooted thing of you
Feeling Inferior and worthless
No matter how many say it’s not true
Because thinking of it always makes me feel blue
All on top with the fact that I’m losing you
***What a pitiful mess
Just lay me to rest.***
-
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
He
And me
We both debate
The only two
To do that type
In our school
Yet...
I’m
Always
One
Step
Behind
He always advances
I don’t
We win the same number
But different points
...
He just has
So
Much
Confidence
I just...
I want-need-to improve
To beat him!
An inferiority complex?
Perhaps
But,
But,
Butbutbutbutbut-
I
Want
To
Win
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Should I
Let myself flow out
As raw and choppy as I am
Or take myself through a stencil
Perfectly shaped
But
No longer
Truly
Me
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
I’m short
Not super
But like average
The shortest
Of average
...
It’s still short
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
my words are empty murmurs to an old man,
who thinks his worth is more than mine.
the inferiority of my *** is inflicted by your tone.
one day you will be brought down from your high tower of injustice.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Mama, what does it mean to be free?
To think and act on your own?
If they free our skin will they free our minds?
Will we learn to love and appreciate one another?
Will my bronze skin be beautiful?
Will men admire my ***** hair
Will they rather look at her pale skin in awe?
Can we be truly free or will it be an illusion?
Will we stand equal or forever inferior to colonizers?
If freedom walks in
Will we mourn our brothers or sing songs of freedom
Mourning is easy, we mourn daily
If we are to sing freedom songs
How will we sing songs we were never taught
If freedom doesn't walk in
Will we be slaves forever?
Mama, what does it mean to be free?
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
negative b plus/minus square root b² minus 4ac over 2a, the quadratic formula;
the numbers don't lie.
10th June, 2002; my birth.
the numbers don't lie.
when y equals to 0 you can find
the x-intercepts;
the numbers don't lie.
#03-04; my unit.
the numbers don't lie.
I am better than everyone but
1
person in this room;
the numbers don't lie.
when y equals to a times (x-h)² plus k,
(h,k) is the vertex;
the numbers don't lie.
157 cm; my height.
the numbers don't lie.
negative b over 2a,
the axis of symmetry;
the numbers don't lie.
16th April, she told me she would love me forever,
23rd May, we kissed,
14th February, she told me to leave her forever;
glassy-hearted valentine;
the numbers don't lie.
negative b² minus 4 times a times c,
the discriminant;
the numbers don't lie.
43 kg; my weight.
the numbers don't lie.
my value is exponentially depleting but
I am still better than 7 out of 10 of you;
the numbers don't lie.
when x equals to 0 you can find
the y-intercept;
the numbers don't lie.
3 times, my drowning attempts failed;
the numbers don't lie.
I think my days are numbered;
I don't lie.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
I wholeheartedly wish I could be the best at something.
My inferiority complex
The nicest,
the funniest,
the prettiest,
My inferiority complex
the most spontaneous,
the most adventuress,
the most forgiving,
the most talented,
My inferiority complex
the best musician,
the best writer,
the one who makes people laugh the loudest,
My inferiority complex
But there is always going to be someone
better in my surroundings,
in my bubble.
My inferiority complex
It stems from a family I never really belong in
From friends I never really had,
Subjects i was never really good at
People i never really knew
My inferiority complex
How am I to compete with those,
Smarter than me
When grades “determine” intellect
My inferiority complex
How am I to compete with those
More beautiful than I
When the outside is all taken into account
My inferiority complex
I am so tired of feeling inferior.
My inferiority complex
Lonely, broken. Empty
Nothing more than shards of glass
A failure, A disappointment
My inferiority complex
consumes me
Suffocates me
My inferiority complex
The Jealousy,
It defines me
My inferiority complex
Why wasn’t I born to be like him,
Like her,
Like them
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
How do you compete with that
Correction
How do I compete with that
She is a composition of demure flowers; scent of the wind and the sound of quiet ruffling of the leaves
An entire landscape of serenity and pretty
While I –
Am a wholly mess of broken up family and fallen silence as i make my presence
As if the light has been snuffed out and all that's left is the shadow of emptiness
And if you knew how musty the air smelled like —
Tell me again, how do I compete with that
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC