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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?
