Just Me, poem

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No matter how much I don’t want it to be

I am the person , inside somewhere, that my mother molded me as.

I cannot escape the inferior overtones I feel

I will not let myself ever cone first

When I go out in public, I will feel on display

As if I am so important that someone is watching my every move.

I will smile, all the while my heart feels sad.

Crying only to ease my insecurities that of which I need to know I am human.

When preparing my house for visitors, I am my own worst critic

I will never feel quite enough, or adequate

I will hear things like, ” you are beautiful”, yet never will I agree.

I love you will be in need to prove to others, I care.

Satisfaction will never be, for me, cause I will never be worth obtaining it.

Succumbed I will give up, give in, give it all

Without so much a word like thanks

I am the mold she set out to make, not on purpose necessarily but because

I am not, nor ever will be, just me.

MwsR ❤

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Mws R

"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR "Life has not been the easiest, but it could have been worse!" MwsR Life is about doing all you can to help others. Don't go chasing rainbows, make your own pot of gold. Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!

6 thoughts on “Just Me, poem”

  3. It’s been a challenging day. Going shopping for my supplies was challenging, so much so it triggered my neuro-muscular condition. However, I also had two new foods and really enjoyed them. Its been positive. Sometimes a challenging day can be such a positive boost when you get through it.

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  4. You have shared your heart about your feelings of self worth here – Molded by expectations of others and our environment no matter how hard we try not to be. You ARE enough. ❤

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