My Book Of Poems

A New Outlook

I understand that people may or may not like themselves

I'm very familiar with this feeling

But I don't understand when they tell me what they don't understand about themselves

Because I don't see them that way.

I see them as beautiful, complicated, original people

I see people I wish I could be and enjoy

I know I do the same thing

And I'm hypocritical when I tell them that they shouldn't feel that way

But I'm happier feeling this way and them not

That's something, isn't it?

I'd rather make some else feel good about themselves than me be happy

Nobody would believe me

That I care about other people more than myself

But those people are worth it.

There again, they'd never believe it

These people will always be worth it

And so few of them can even come close to seeing that

I wish, oh so desperately, that they could see themselves the way I do

See themselves in a new outlook.