I know I've heard you say that you appreciate me. I know that you say thank you to me. When I hear you say those words, they're usually in front of everybody. But it I still wonder
What do say about me when I'm not around? I still wonder if you talk behind my back, not knowing if it's that good or bad. Is still bad that I question myself? What do say about me when I'm not around?
When I've messed up, I try to explain myself and admit my mistakes, but I'm still frustrated at myself. I stomp my foot on the floor because I know I'm never gonna change. I know my flaws, I'm willing to admit them. I still wonder though what you say to me versus what you think of me.
What do say about me when I'm not around? I still wonder if you talk behind my back, not knowing if it's that good or bad. Is still bad that I question myself? What do say about me when I'm not around?
I stumble on my feet and I stumble on my words. When I look you in the eye, I have the need to speak with clarity and try to tell myself, "I don't care what you think of me."
Even though I the yern to know what you say about me, even though I think I'm never gonna change, I look at myself in the mirror and tell myself, "I'm okay because I had a good day."
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poemsbygrace
PoetryThis book is a mix of poems and my diary entry's. I've been at a loss for words for the past 2 or so years after writing i story I practically surrogatly lived through and proudfully deleted. I've been trying to make a new start for myself since the...
