volkotina
24-03-2003, 22:02
Okay, since no tomatoes were hurled my way on my last poem posting(and some recent praise. darje-did you have something to do with that?), here's another. Doesn't have a title. I'm awful with titles.
Why do I embarrass you so?
What makes you cringe when others meet me?
What have I done to inspire this contempt?
Love you?
Care for you?
Want the best for you?
I realize I am not the smartest,
The most polished,
The funniest,
But I love you.
Does that not count?
You make me feel less.
You make me feel small.
You make me feel I should be ashamed of who I am.
But still, I love you.
There is a connection between us,
Something that others do not see;
Something that you ignore,
Avoid,
Run from.
Am I wrong to want you to care?
Am I wrong to want to be appreciated?
Am I wrong to want you to treat me as I do you?
I will keep hanging on;
Being your friend,
Always there.
But will I ever know,
If I am anything more
Than your bone and flesh crutch?
Side note: Both poems are from a few years ago and I generally only write when depressed or angry.
Why do I embarrass you so?
What makes you cringe when others meet me?
What have I done to inspire this contempt?
Love you?
Care for you?
Want the best for you?
I realize I am not the smartest,
The most polished,
The funniest,
But I love you.
Does that not count?
You make me feel less.
You make me feel small.
You make me feel I should be ashamed of who I am.
But still, I love you.
There is a connection between us,
Something that others do not see;
Something that you ignore,
Avoid,
Run from.
Am I wrong to want you to care?
Am I wrong to want to be appreciated?
Am I wrong to want you to treat me as I do you?
I will keep hanging on;
Being your friend,
Always there.
But will I ever know,
If I am anything more
Than your bone and flesh crutch?
Side note: Both poems are from a few years ago and I generally only write when depressed or angry.