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Eleanor Apr 2018
When will I learn to love myself?
Do I have to decide to start loving myself?

Because if that is true it means that,
The only thing stopping my happiness, is me.

Do I not want to love myself?
Do I love hating myself?

I think maybe I do love hating myself.
Or maybe I'm afraid of loving myself.
For reasons that I cannot fathom.

A quote from Confucius:
Respect yourself,
and others will respect you.

Maybe that is an ancient version of today's
No one will love you,
until you love yourself.

So when will I learn to love myself?
When I stop being afraid of it.
Eleanor Jan 2018
Nothing to nobody,
To nobody a somebody,
Nothing to everybody,
But too much to be nothing.

Nothing to say,
Too much to talk,
So much to do,
Nowhere to start,
But too much to be nothing.

Nothing to break,
Too much to cope,
Everything to risk,
Too little to push,
Not enough to be,
But too much to be nothing.
Take this how you wish.
Eleanor Jan 2018
A poet is:
Someone who makes the ugly, beautiful.
Someone who makes the beautiful, obscure.
Someone who makes the obscure, understandable.
Someone who makes the understandable, amazing.
A poet is:
Someone who uses words, to make art.
Someone who looks at art, and sees a story.
Someone who looks at a story, and sees a purpose.
Someone who sees a purpose, and uses it.
A poet is:
Someone who sees hatred, and writes hatred.
Someone who sees love, and writes love.
Someone who feels sad, and writes sad.
Someone who sees kindness, and writes kindness.

A poet can be anyone.
A poet can write about anything.
A poet can be implicit.
A poet can be explicit.
A poet can be hidden.
A poet can be famous.

You can be a poet.
The only rule is to write.
Poems are hard to define. You can write poems to express feelings or just to appreciate the things around you. You can write a poem on some paper or on a computer or in the sand, it doesn't matter. You can show people or keep it to yourself. The important thing is that when you you write a poem it's impossible not to be good enough because that poem is for you and only you. The world is lucky if they get to read it.
Eleanor Jan 2018
I am a rock.
The injured rest on me,
The oblivious chip away at me,
The strong look down upon me,
The happy misunderstand me,
The other rocks ignore me,
The mad admire me.
But
This rock is crumbling.
Eleanor Dec 2017
Should she get up and exercise?
Should she brush her hair again?
Should she do her work now?
Should she get some water?

Are her fingers too short?
Are her pores too big?
Are her clothes ugly?
Are her friends fake?

Does her boyfriend love her?
Does she love her boyfriend?
Does her kindness waver?
Does she know who she is?

Is she the same?
Is she worth self love?
Is she normal?
Is she enough...?
Is she good enough?
Is she smart enough?
Is she kind enough?
Is she passionate enough?
Is she talented enough?
Is she happy enough?
Is she supportive enough?
Is she pretty enough?
Is she in control enough?
Is she strong enough?
Is she weak enough?
Is she hungry enough?
Is she skinny enough?

These are her thoughts at 20 past 2.
Eleanor Dec 2017
As children we are encouraged,
'Do your best'.
we are told that,
'You cannot do more than your best'.

So then when we are told,
'Well your best isn't good enough'.
What now?
We cannot do more than our best.

The words,
'Your best isn't good enough',
What is there of that to make?
Are we, ourselves, not good enough?

The most we can do,
Our current capacity,
It does not satisfy.
Our 100% is inadequate.
This poem links to 'Enough'. I ask that teachers and parents never say the phrase, 'your best isn't good enough'. It will not affect those whom did not try their best, therefore making the statement futile and untrue. It will crush those whom did try their best, discouraging them and causing decreased self esteem.
Eleanor Dec 2017
Am I good enough?
No.

I tell myself that I am not good enough.
I'm not good enough for my art teacher,
I'm not good enough for my french teacher,
I'm not good enough to be recognised,
I'm not good enough for my peers.

I'm not good enough for my friends,
I'm not good enough for my boyfriend,
I'm not as good as my brother,
I'm not good enough at my passions.

How can I be expected to believe in myself
when I have always been told that
I'm not good enough?
Supported by the few times I have believed in myself,
I have failed and been completely crushed.

I have taught myself to fear failure.
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