"dissappointment" poems
I was with my boyfriend today.
When i started crying randomly he got confused and tried to comfort me..
But he couldn't
Cause i can'ttell him what's wrong..
He'd just be dissappointed that i feel worse again and that i lost 3 kg in a week.
I can't dissappoint him like that..
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
As I sit here writing,
so many different things are flowing through my head.
So many different emotions.
I feel humiliated, at the same time very gullible.
I feel I should have taken the signs and ran all the way with them, other than contemplating.
Hoping that there would be a change.
They say you learn from your mistakes,
but I believe you have to make the same mistake a couple of times to actually learn from it.
You need to see and realize what you're doing wrong.
Sometimes you tend to blame the wrong things as the cause of your problems.
You say maybe if this one thing was different, everything would be perfect.
Some find it hard to face reality, and just realize the situation you've been trying to make right this whole tine was just not meant to be.
As I sit here writing,
So many different things are going through my head.
So many different emotions.
I feel let down, at the same time angry.
I feel I should have taken the signs and ran all the way with them, other than contemplating.
Hoping that there would be a change.
I hate being angry.
Its not a feeling that excites me.
Not anyone at that.
But at the same time, it's an emotion that we all come across a lot.
I let little things get to me and stick.
They tell me to let things go and to just flow.
But as they say, things are better said than done.
The feeling you feel when you feel let down is dissappointment.
Not so much to the person or object that has let you down,
but more so, yourself.
You're dissappointed that you let your guard down.
Then it came back to bite you in your ****
Then when you're let down over and over again,
you start to have trust issues.
Which is enough to drive you crazy.
As I sit here writing,
so many different things are flowing through my head.
So many different emotions.
I feel calm, at the same time collected.
Because even though I didn't take the signs and run all the way with them, I still feel that I've learned.
I feel a sense of accomplishment and achievement.
I'm not blaming anyone or anything.
Everything happens for a reason.
That is what I believe.
So as I hold my head up high,
I smile at everyone and everything that has caused me to feel humiliated, gullible, and angry,
because it has all taught me something and gave me an understanding.
And it has lead me to a journey of no worries and happiness.
Thank You!
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
don't tell me it's going to be okay
when all i've eaten today was my own fingernails and a smoothie
but i want that god **** cupcake---
when i eat it though i dont even enjoy it, i force myself into hating treats so that i dont win.
so i take a bite and i just want to cry
don't tell me it's going to be okay
when no other treatment center will accept me anymore
and my insurance barely covers me because they're so fed up
i've left AMA twice and have been kicked out three times
now it seems im about to go to my seventh round of residential and people are saying i have control over it
"the eating disorder is not a separate entity" they say
then why do i want to eat but i'm literally being forced not to
then why do i want to say sorry to everyone i've hurt and every person i said "im not eating" to that has just wanted to help me, but the eating disorder tells me to focus on myself
then i must be the dissappointment,
then i must be a ****** person
don't tell me it's going to be okay
when i want to go home and just be with my mom
when i'm scared my dog is starting to like my mom more than me and it makes me want to crumble in agony everytime he follows her and not me, and won't sleep on my bed anymore any time im home. because all ive done to him was leave him for treatment
i understand if he hates me
don't tell me it's going to be okay
if all i want to do is isolate
and nap
and cry
and cut everyone out of my life,
even the ones i love dearest
dont tell me it's going to be okay
when i see my weight go up not even a pound
and i want to rip my skin off
and throw myself in front of a moving vehicle
not quite die but feel the pain i believe i deserve after gaining
don't tell me it's going to be okay
when i THRIVE off the look people give me when i say i havent eaten all day
or have thoughts of harming myself
and everytime someone says "gee you look sick"
i feel like im doing something right
don't tell me it's going to be okay
when i couldnt even get through a semester of college
without nearly dying
and am supposed to be going into my junior year but i've only got enough credits to be a first semester freshman
im a failure in all aspects
don't tell me it's going to be okay
because it wont be.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
Staple the mess to my dissappointment after so much went to hell.This will make sure potassium infects the soul, And that DNA matches the horror.
Hoods with a ninety degree cemetery and a broken sun, shall cast. Let me show you the screaming inside me that hope can't hear.
Breathable Walls and worthless fabric are background to my cocktails and clouds.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
Numb
Is the worst feeling
It hurts
Without causing pain
Plain
And simple
It isn’t really a feeling
More of
A lack-thereof
Therefore
The fore front of
Motivation
Takes a back seat
To the final destination
Meaning
The destiny of all dreams
Vanish overnight
The morning welcomes
Emotionless intentions
Tension
Unbroken
Like the vials of time
As the last sand
Drops
That particular particle
Is peculiar
It lasted until the end
Just to drop like the rest
Unrest
Sleepiness vanishes
And the wake
Stays that way
And never dreams again
Numb
To the feelings of dissappointment
And unachievement
Unaccomplishments
Compliment
The lack of care
And the numbness
Which
Further dulls the pain
Oh!
What I’d give
To feel the pleasure
Of pain
Again…
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
Im afraid to kiss you
Because of the fear of being left breathless
Gasping for air
The theif you are stealing life from my lungs
I'm afraid to leave you
Because without you near I'd surely fall apart
Picking up the pieces
The craftsman you are, putting me back together
I'm afraid to be loved by you
Because of the unrealistic, idealistic picture you paint of me
Every brush stroke
The artist that paints in dissappointment of who I really am
I'm afraid to trust you
Because of the words you whisper late at night
I love you more
The liar that insists in the false reality in which you could ever love me more
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
Fred has to be a male,
so, he must be masculine,
a muscle man, an alpha bag,
with a core made of ego.
Fred as a noun is something known,
He must be working with his hands,
not with his mind, no thinking.
He must be strong, and fit and sporty,
not a kid who is gay for not lifting
- a kid is a gay if his not sporty.
Fred is a guy so he must smoke,
adore the feeling of the coke,
Drink his beer and get a toast,
he must be **** smelling dope.
Fred is a man so he must have pride,
Never cry, never try to apologize,
and he must think he is always right;
like the way fathers, brothers,
often won an argument,
as punches and fists were persuasive.
Fred is a male so he must love women,
women as in **** ladies in bikinis,
**** ladies as in **** making love,
so he must love *** love as in having fun,
having fun as in playing with everyone,
and he is macho for doing that.
Fred is a name who is always feared,
of his tounge and cursing,
acting tough, controlling,
like a god, he is supreme,
his words ****** every being,
with hurt, and dissappointment.
Fred is a dude so he must be a champ,
he must be the first in every rank,
he is the strongest and toughest guy,
and he must be vain for looking tough,
looking at the mirror, self-adoring,
“Who’s the fairest of them all?”
Fred is a man, so he must always be mad,
mad as in angry, always ready to fight,
his enemies were himself if his outsmarted,
her girl if she’s disobedient,
her wife if he thinks she’s unfaithful,
the gays for they are sinners but cowardly;
and all his anger is a real strong punch,
or a slap, or a curse, or a high-sounding insult,
or the smoking of a pack of coke or puff.
Fred?
He is a guy, so he must fail to express himself.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
Disappointment
Is all us city folk felt, as the king's head was raised in plain sight
For we thought 'we have won no fight'
This assumption we were right to fear
Pain and suffering was all you could here
The land was seemingly worse, far as the eye could see
Through absolution and divine right, he simply wouldn't let us be
To the block, chop off his ******* head!
But what does it solve? Look at where we are now, even with the last king dead
Disappointed, sulking in our own disappointment
In the path to happiness, ****** will never make a dent.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 11:34 PM UTC
There was one one question, that would not leave my side.
As though when you left me, you gave me this question,
And with it you wanted me to flourish and to grow
But instead, with the weight of this question
I am drowning
Breathing self-doubt,
Inhaling self-loathing,
Exhaling fumes of venomous disappointment.
“Who am I now?”
It plays and plays and plays in my head,
A broken record,
An anthem of ugly truth.
“Who am I now?”
It lives in my shadows,
Stalking me at day,
And it fuels itself with my sleep,
Plaguing my nights.
This burden of a question,
Yet sickeningly,
It is where I find solace.
“Who am I now?”
I could be like her,
Kind, compassionate,
Charismatic and defiant.
I could.
Yet I can't.
“Who am I now?”
Because I am all but what she was,
I have this awful habit you see,
Of making every aspect of me,
A colossal- unmistakable- dissappointment.
There was one one question, that would not leave my side.
As though when you left me, you gave me this question,
And with it you wanted me to flourish and to grow
But instead, with the weight of this question
I am drowning.
Blanching,
at how I **** everything up.
I should be better,
I must be.
But in my wake,
In the wake of your death,
All that remains is chaos.
Carnage.
Anarchy.
Inside,
All is lost,
There is no hope.
I have no hope.
My mind is a map that's been
Scribbled over by a child,
With a black crayon-
No. Charcoal.
Everything I saw to be my future
And the happiness of the past
Is going up in flames,
Roaring flames of burning sunset
And I am sat by the fire
Warming my icy fingers,
The blood drained from each one-
And I watch my life go up in a hazy smoke of blackness
Why?
At least now,
I can bask in the glory,
In the self-doubt.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know who I am.
I want to make you proud.
I want to stop,
Stop hurting,
And still-
I will not let the pain go. In the pain lives,
Your truest memories,
Your purest form.
I will not let go,
I promise.
This **** question,
Will not let me go.
“Who am I now?”
Inside all is lost.
I am groping and grasping,
Clasping and scratching,
At thin air,
Making a humourous, feeble attempt,
At finding,
Peace. Maybe?
Real happiness.
My hands turn up empty,
Tired of trying so hard,
To just be alright.
It's alright.
The happiness stays
At a safe distance
Knowing if it comes too near,
I will pounce.
And I will crush it in my palm,
Because a voice inside screams
I don't deserve it
And I listen
Drunk on painting myself to be,
A colossal- unmistakable- dissappointment.
“Who am I now?”
I know,
I know now.
My mind is a map that's been
Scribbled over by a child,
With a black crayon-
No. Charcoal.
I am the child.
I am the charcoal,
I am the fire,
That is devouring everything I love,
And that includes my sanity,
I am she,
Who pulls the first brick in the wall,
The wall labelled me,
Watching myself crumble,
Basking in the anguish-
I am she.
The enemy avowed,
The snatcher of my peace.
I know who I am now,
I know,
I know.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
I feel crushed,
Under the weight of your dissapproving eye
And your sincere care.
You remind me of the path I chose,
And I chose poorly.
You dispute who I am,
And make me want to retract my sin.
You remind me of the flaws I hold,
These flaws crippling.
You stay strong, tolerant,
But I know it hurts you.
I wish my free-will cast upon the earth,
For the dissappointment and hurt you feel
When you behold my being.
We are not gods, despite your perfection,
But I pray to you for forgiveness.
And I yearn for you to pray for me
To be stronger.
One word from your mouth ,
Stops me in my tracks.
My momentum for vice gone.
I cannot betray you,
I will not blaspheme against that care filled face,
I shall be better
In your name.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
Dissapointment
Comes and goes
Condiment
Just flows
No one cares
They just walk away
It just like rotten pairs
Distastful
Scream for help
Nobody turns
Then a dog yelp
Then they turn
When i talk
Nobody listen
Im just a wall
A petition
Everything an obstical
Absruction, impediment, hindrace
A barrier
A trouble
It's distress
It's frustation
Sometimes iys anxity
Sometimes its shy but insucure
No diligence
No perseruance
No industry
No vigor
No carefulness
No intensity
No attention
No care
Not evedigent or painstacking
It's all
Its dissappointment
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
death... on gossamer wings
alights,
on my bed head
to watch with......... disgust
and rude dissappointment.
as i open my eyes
and greet the dawn of
another day full of potential....
summarily for us both.
this is the ....9862nd time for this
particular ritua.... there are other rituals with a higher
number.... but this one is important and not to be missed.
for death.... this is but the
start of his working day ...
as he trails behind me, in anticipation ....
watching and waiting for my
demise....
as i grow old his blood grow thinner.... greyer ....
but to his task, so grim....
he is chained .....and full
well knows that..... in the end
he will not ever... be denied.
besides it could be worse
he could have been cursed
to have as his prize.....
one of those centenanarians....
but then this one is sanguinely
stubborn....drat it may still happen ... and that would be
.....tragic... for you see...
.....the deaths that follow them.. the old... old.....
are now..... nanoscopicly
microscopicly minute
... in size
so now to explain....the way it works.....(as seen inside this .....................quirky brain)
is this..... when born..
.....death looms big and large.
as you grow garnering fear
wisdom and years..... it's size
decreases.
and one other thing death
......is one and...... is many
one, final call gifted to us all.
many, differing ways and
needs.
so.... we all have somewhere
in our blood... our brain our
eyes.... in our home and our surrounds.
a little bit of death
waiting........ to be found
he is patient and through
the many, many ...many years of his existance.....
not one has he lost.... forever
although some miss the early
call.....abscond.....refuse to fall at first or second sounding..
when your time is done ......
he will be waiting... on
wings of gossemer dark
and forthright...
for you and i...til then..
he flys close by
as we ....whistle our days away
frustrating this deaths play
.....for early completion
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC