Category: self / self esteem


The Early Morning

In the morning I awake

Before the sun even breaks

I take the moment, I take the silence

I take pleasure in the absence

Of the noise and the fast paced world

Of the toss  and turn where my visiobn becomes blurred

I take each moment that I am alone

Because it is when I am alone, I feel whole

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Unperfect

She couldn’t fit the standard of society

So she stopped trying to be it’s impossible beauty

She walked lighter and judged herself less

She didn’t care if others thought she was a mess

She no longer waited to be called beautiful

She was unperfect and for her, this was more acceptable

Dictated Beauty 

I want to cry, I want to hide

I want to be where I’m alone

Where no one can hurt me

The media, the TV, they tell and show you things of what beauty should be

And I am a fool enough to believe them

I am blinded

I do not see myself.
I try to fit in but I just can’t

Or maybe I never wanted to

But it hurts when you try to stand up for yourself

While their boots of shaming are keeping you to the ground.
So I wish for days of alone time

With no one to tell me I’m not worth it

I try and heal the scars before they start creating new one’s again.

Who Is She?

She’s an enigma even to herself

You can try, but you can never understand her

She’s a puzzle 

A mystery 

And I think she wants it that way

I Stayed

One summer day on a summer night I found myself

And there I stayed

A Conundrum

She was likened to a conundrum

She was often misunderstood 

She walked to her own beat

An unexpected kind of mood

She was a puzzle, a riddle 

That no one was likely to solve

My knees feel the tension

I almost buckled 

My heart leapt from my throat 

I half cried and half chuckled

I told myself I had to start somewhere

And now is as any good of a time

So I closed my eyes and there I was

I took the chance

How difficult it must be to love me

How hard it must be not to be noticed

To be put aside

Like I’ve done to so many

And yet, I do not feel the loneliness

Either I am numb or just happy to be without anyone

I

I exist nowhere

I am anywhere and everywhere

I am unnoticeable 

I am….

Am I Ugly?

They look, they stare

They wonder, they dare

They ask me why I’m still single

It sometimes makes me feel worthless, hence, I don’t mingle

They talk, they whisper

Words can hurt, they can blister

And even without a word I feel they’re saying smugly

You’re still single because you’re ugly

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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