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Coping With My Sensitivity And Frankness
Contributed by
Jaya
on
Sunday, 16th February 2003 @ 08:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Sensitivity and frankness are qualities of the mind;
Nostalgic feelings which make you look behind,
Emotions which spur in a moment,
Can sometimes be a great torment...
In this big bad world as people do say...
there's no place if you are sensitive today,
But then I ask do only hypocrites succeed...
In a competitive world which does not accede?
Is it wrong to tell people the truth...
when in reality they are so uncouth?
Can you ever call a donkey a horse
even though it might fill him with remorse?
But this is what people don't like,
they'd rather tell you to go on a hike;
They just want to show you can't get along,
as though you were the only one who was wrong.....
How then do I get out of this abyss...
where only diplomacy can get you the right to exist.
The whole world tells you to be pragmatic,
as though you were here babbling like a lunatic.
Do I change myself for the selected few,
who think I must get a character which is new?
I'm beginning to get an inferiority complex...
and I'm sure there is going to be a great reflex.
An outburst which I cannot bear...
with impotent fury my pillow I tear..
Why then do I feel so hurt
when people tell me that I'm too curt?
I want to share my feelings with someone nice...
without being told to stop in a trice.
But I think my nature is my fate,
and I'm not losing my sensitivity in this spate.
I know I'll have to be alert,
and not be easily offended or hurt,
But don't you too experience the pain
when someone tells you you're a sick old dame?
Enough I've had of all this retrospection,
and to top it all this cynical inspection,
and I know I'm not the only exception,
to go through this period of exasperation.
But let me tell you my originality shall be my inspiration,
I shall achieve my goal by perspiration,
I've got this feeling I'm not alone...
In this thing they call the "psychic zone"
and enough is enough that I've withstood,
I won't run away as I earlier would.
I can somehow feel myself change,
In a world which I feel is slightly deranged.
I don't want to cry and I don't want to sigh...
but I definitely think I can give it a try.
I want to be happy and not at all blue...
And I'll do it so well people won't have a clue!
I'm going to be more decisive...
and I'll try not to be impulsive.
But I won't let people take me for granted...
and no I'm not fickle-minded...
I think I'll stop complaining and nagging..
and I'm finding a way to cope with this ragging.
If they tease me I'll tell'em I was born that way...
That I guess should make my day!
I"ll try to make some little adjustments,
But I'm not letting people to hand me judgements,
I'll try and do the best that I can
and not land into the fire from the frying pan!!
Will someone please accept me just the way I am?
With my sensitivity and frankness and all that jam..
Fine I'll make you do just that..
before which I won't even squat.
I won't rest until I accomplish my mission,
and I'll remain tight-lipped about my decision,
because one wrong step I take which is imprudent,
and they will label me impudent!
Sorry, if you felt this is a psychology lecture,
but I'm afraid its my character infrastructure...
I feel these days I'm more optimistic...
and am able to cope with what's realistic.
so I hope you've liked reading this bit,
and I sincerely pray there's a moral you've picked......
and all that I can say in the end
is: Believe in yourself and please comprehend!
Copyright ©
Jaya
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2003-02-16 08:40:00]
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Re: Coping With My Sensitivity And Frankness
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by Apartment213 on
Sunday, 9th March 2003 @ 05:15:12 AM AEST
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| i like the poem and i am going through this type of thing right now, i try to be me but no one excepts me for who i am |
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