I never know when to talk myself up.
Mostly because when I do, things always go wrong.
Without a fail, I'll trip.
But when I trip, others fall.
I always try really hard to make things easier and better for others.
People talk me up.
Without fail, I let them down.
V'loria is so smart..
V'loria is so talented..
V'loria is so kind..
V'loria has such an eye for detail..
She is such a beautiful mind..
She's such a hard worker..
She's so thoughtful..
She's such a good listener..
She gives such great talks..
I hear these all the time.
But guys.
In all honesty.
To everyone else.
I'm just a loser.
I am none of those things.
I'm not smart, nor pretty, nor talented.
I'm not thoughtful, detailed-oriented nor kind.
I'm not a hard worker.
I'm a screw up who makes everyone else's job harder. A hard person to work with. That's how I'm a "hard worker".
I always aim to helping everyone around me. I desire to make things easier for them by doing my part well and beyond well.
I want to be great.
I was told before I was going to be great.
But I'm just a loser.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
