Everybody tells me how happy I seem.
Underneath it all, I'm crying.
Everyone tells me that I'm doing so much.
Underneath it all, I feel like a failure.
Everybody tells me I'm truly amazing.
Undeneath it all, I'm two feet tall.
Everyone tells me that I'm so positive about everything.
Underneath it all, I'm screaming.
Everybody tells me I'm brilliant.
Underneath it all, I don't know much.
Everyone tells me how accomplished I am.
Underneath it all, I know I could do so much more.
How come I feel the opposite of what everyone tells me?
OK, I know I sound like a teenager, but seriously, this is how I feel...
13 comments:
wow, what a beautiful poem of feelings, i think u need to start to believe what every one is telling u. if every one is telling u then it must be the truth,
So heartfelt..
I used to be like that..I hated getting compliments.
But now I see theres a happy medium...
I know I'm nothing close to what people tell me I am..but on the other hand I am proud of what I know I am deep down...and I try using other peoples expectations as an inspiration to what I should strive to be...
Nuch - thanks.
and no, just because everyone is telling me so, it DOESN'T mean it's the truth. only i truly know my own capabilitiees. and believe me, the term "not living up to potential" surely applies in this case.
david - yeah, but instead of taking the comments as inspiration, i'm getting bogged down by my own failings that noone else knows of. truly noone.
Everybody, meet my ghostwriter, The Dreamer. Her job is to take what I feel and find the right words for it, which I used to do myself but no longer have time.
Knaidel - isn't it always like that?
Everyone, I'd like you to meet my twin of the mind - Knaidel.
Now, when you start dreaming of knaidelach, you know you really gotta see a shrink.
:P
Don't worry, Dreamer, in another couple of years I could be your shrink :P That is, if I don't switch to accounting by then.
Thank, knaidel.
Sorry, others have already offered.
I think i'll be my own, thank you.
Or allow my future husband to take over.
:P
Dreamer, dear, your picture on this post is making me really nervous. I'm not sure exactly why... where'd you get it?
Somewhere on google images. looks picasso-like, without the cubic distortion, no?
too bad. i like it. i think it fits the poem perfectly.
:P
I like the picture too
It looks a little like an Edvard Munch (the scream..)
yeah, david. see what you mean.
Hope you feel better soon:)
Wow, I know this is old, but I live this poem. It describes me so amazingly well! Thanks.
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