Category: self / self esteem


The Thinker

She filters her thoughts

Keeps them in boxes for safekeeping

Away from prying eyes and spying lies

Away from criticism of the world

For she knew from long time ago

That if you are a thinker,

One that questions society’s so called normal,

You will be put to shame

For they prefer a non thinker

One who grasps nothing and take every poison they give

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Shed those extra pounds

Let’s do it all again

You did it before

You can do it once more

Move your butt and feet

Get going and never admit defeat!

Go on, just lose it

One chapter has ended

Another has begun

I apologise for myself I offended

And for leaving myself, like hit and run

Lessons should and have been learned

Self respect is something I have earned

Lonely Lonely

And they called her the lonely one

Because she had no one

Because they all believed that everyone

Has to have a someone.

But she survived on her own

Because she was anything but lonely

Angry

At myself

For being too weak minded

For getting fatter

For being heavier when I should have worked on being lighter

For not being happy with how I look, sometimes

…..That I let them dictate who I ought to be

I Am All

I’m whole

Not half of it

I am all

Never nothing

I am who I am

And I need not explain myself to anyone

Am I Me?

I’ve cut my hair and changed my clothes

But who have I become?

The lady I see, the lady I hoped to be

She isn’t staring back at me

She got lost amidst the chaos of the mind and heart

Lost among the treacherous trap of society

She may be lost forever

Unless I straight it right

Incurable

I danced alone, like I did for a thousand years

Some stare like I had an incurable sickness

Some are amaze at my boldness

Defying the norm.

I feel whole

I feel empty

I may in fact be incurable

But this shows I am strong enough to be on my own.

Identity

I wondered who I am

If I’m defined as to who I’ll be

Or who I really am

Do they see?

See the real me?

Or do they judge me by the peers that I am with

I feel misunderstood often

I even misunderstand myself

I need to find myself

And they need to stop labelling me

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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