IndieSoul
1st May 2009, 03:46 AM
When I talk to my counselor, it seems to me that I exaggerate my problems a lot. I don't know why it seems like I do this, but I guess I'm just afraid of sounding like I want attention rather than help. I'm working on this problem. Anyway, I wrote this poem a couple days ago to better describe this feeling.
I am confused by this
because I don't see the logic
behind my worry.
My anxiety that I'll be proven
a liar.
A petty, attention-hungry
pathetic
fake
with nothing better to do than
write poems with no meaning.
Or exaggerate my life,
and all of it's problems
for nothing more than a good story
and an hour spent to
discussing my inner thoughts.
But really, I don't lie.
I just fear that I'll make something,
which started out small,
into an incredible disaster.
This is what really goes on inside my mind.
I'm just to ashamed to admit it.
Because I feel guilty
for wasting your time.
And stupid
for acting the way I do.
I ask,
What part of this is real?
I know it's amature, but it's not like I'm a fantastic writer. One day, I gave my teacher a poem I had just written so that she could read it. It was short, no longer than 10 lines. She read it, and told me that it was a little intense and not my best. But I really don't care, because it expressed my feelings instead of just going on and on. Maybe I'll post it sometime? Anyway, here's this one. Feel free to give me any constructive criticism :)
I am confused by this
because I don't see the logic
behind my worry.
My anxiety that I'll be proven
a liar.
A petty, attention-hungry
pathetic
fake
with nothing better to do than
write poems with no meaning.
Or exaggerate my life,
and all of it's problems
for nothing more than a good story
and an hour spent to
discussing my inner thoughts.
But really, I don't lie.
I just fear that I'll make something,
which started out small,
into an incredible disaster.
This is what really goes on inside my mind.
I'm just to ashamed to admit it.
Because I feel guilty
for wasting your time.
And stupid
for acting the way I do.
I ask,
What part of this is real?
I know it's amature, but it's not like I'm a fantastic writer. One day, I gave my teacher a poem I had just written so that she could read it. It was short, no longer than 10 lines. She read it, and told me that it was a little intense and not my best. But I really don't care, because it expressed my feelings instead of just going on and on. Maybe I'll post it sometime? Anyway, here's this one. Feel free to give me any constructive criticism :)