Weaknesses

August 16, 1984



I'm often wrong though I protest,

It's still a proven fact.

And criticisms that I share

I wish I could take back.

More times than not the thoughts I have

Are based on what I'm seeing,

I never learn and judge again,

And hate myself for being.

I crave approval from my peers

And sometimes to extremes.

I give and give and wait for love

That never comes it seems.

Disappointment cripples me

Until I'm paralyzed,

And though I fain real competence

I feel foolish and helpless inside.



How's that for honest?

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