The Bitch of It

I have lost a second-grader and my
jeans are smaller than they have been in over
a decade but the
truth is I feel just as fat.

I have really pretty eyes and decent hair
and cute freckles but the truth is
I am insecure about my ears and
the round, puffy shape of my face
and on a good day, I feel plain.

I am a genius and learn faster than
most people but
the truth is I would trade it if
it meant the mocking stopped.

I am honest, loyal, and forgive
people for big things and more often than
they deserve but
the truth is I rarely afford myself the same.

I have a degree in studying
people and work with them all
day long but the truth is
I don’t understand people at all.

I love some people, and I love
them intensely and without hesitation
but the truth is I feel enormous
guilt for not loving as many people
as I should.

I am loved by people who believe
in me when I don’t and see good in
me when I can’t but the truth of it is
I cannot understand why they do.



About BearsGrl8

I'm a geek, a "Supernatural" fangirl, a progressive, an introverted loud-mouth, a damn fine cook, a Bears fan, a Blackhawks fan, and a fantastic aunt.

Posted on July 21, 2014, in Anxiety, On Being a Woman, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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