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Sometimes I wonder
are you proud of me?
Do you smile down at me?
Maybe you thought I would grow to be somebody
grander
and much wittier,
or possibly somebody
with flirtatious charm,
something that I'll never
be able to possess.
I try my best
yet my best
isn't always good enough.
I stress too much
I make a mess of situations
People assume the worst in me
I'm a try hard
who looks for the best in people;
which causes problems for me.
So I can understand
if you say you aren't proud of me.
You don't have to worry about hurting me.
Because the more I think,
the more I realize,
I will always be proud of me.
Which causes me to believe that I don't need to be seen by people the way I see myself.
The way you view my accomplishes,
and the way you see myself,
Is solely your choosing.
And is not my doing.
I'm proud of myself —
and to me,
that'll always be enough.
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Ode To Thoughts ✓
PoetryA book of thoughts. "We are the authors of our life. Although we can't always change what's happening around us, we'll always be able to change what we are in control of; where we are headed, who we become, and how we react to the circumstances tha...
