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Array ( [sid] => 49844 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Insecurity [time] => 2004-05-31 14:58:21 [hometext] => This is for all the people who have trouble just being who they are. [bodytext] => Why do people think so negatively
what is it about themselves that they can't see
Why can't people be happy with themselves
why do they suffer in their own distorted hells

Can't they look at themselves and say I am beautiful
why do they have to pay society's heavy toll
Why is it that they can't say
what am I to do on such a glorious day

Do people really hurt them so much
that every word can be a painful punch
Would this hurt leave black and blue bruises on their face
would blood be all that they can taste

Or have they just lost all hope in their lives
the hope was cut away by their own tainted knives
Can it be that they don't see the good in living
although it could be like a quarrel with a sibling

Sometimes a day goes by just fine
and with your memories you freeze it in time
But sometimes a day can be just terrible
almost to the point of unbearable

You just have to see life for what it truely is
it's kind of like living in a giant pop quiz
Each day has its ups and downs
but you might not always have the next day to turn it around

So live each day like it's your last
don't get caught on an error of the past
Love yourself for who you are
and you'll see everything more clearly by far [comments] => 2 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Colleen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
Insecurity

Contributed by Colleen on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 02:58:21 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



Why do people think so negatively
what is it about themselves that they can't see
Why can't people be happy with themselves
why do they suffer in their own distorted hells

Can't they look at themselves and say I am beautiful
why do they have to pay society's heavy toll
Why is it that they can't say
what am I to do on such a glorious day

Do people really hurt them so much
that every word can be a painful punch
Would this hurt leave black and blue bruises on their face
would blood be all that they can taste

Or have they just lost all hope in their lives
the hope was cut away by their own tainted knives
Can it be that they don't see the good in living
although it could be like a quarrel with a sibling

Sometimes a day goes by just fine
and with your memories you freeze it in time
But sometimes a day can be just terrible
almost to the point of unbearable

You just have to see life for what it truely is
it's kind of like living in a giant pop quiz
Each day has its ups and downs
but you might not always have the next day to turn it around

So live each day like it's your last
don't get caught on an error of the past
Love yourself for who you are
and you'll see everything more clearly by far




Copyright © Colleen ... [ 2004-05-31 14:58:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Insecurity (User Rating: 1 )
by secretwind on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 03:34:17 PM AEST
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Memories you freeze in time....what a great line.keep up the good work and i feel ya on this one.


Re: Insecurity (User Rating: 1 )
by reilt on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 04:05:39 PM AEST
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i can really relate this...it can be so hard to like yourself at times let alone love yourself...this spoke to me. i thought it was great.




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