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Oh How You Hate That Boy Who Loves Himself
by J. P. DaviesMany times I wonder
just how I look to you
because from inside my own eyes
I can see you looking at me
I blister and recede when
I see you taking stock
of what is me. And what you see
is something completely different.
Do you look at me and see someone
who you want me to be?
Or do you think you know
everything about this simple boy?
This boy who thinks he's great.
Who thinks that he's all that.
You hate him, Hate Him, HATE HIM!!
for being so unlike you.
He's so proud, so happy
that you try to drag him down.
Because why should he be feeling great
when all you feel is lost?
So ridicule him because he is
what he will always be.
What you always wished you were:
just happy with yourself.
In his eyes reflection you see yourself
wishing you could be like him
so confident, so set-in-life
that you just don't give a damn
When they put you down
just like you do him
and you wish that maybe
you could let it slide
just like him... 11/13/2003 Author's Note: I wrote this about the people who feel threatened because I don't care what they think about me...
Posted on 11/13/2003
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 11/14/03 at 04:55 AM Awesome. You waste no time in getting your messgae across in this one. Good job. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/14/03 at 05:42 PM Thought provoking message here. Neat reflection of myself when I was younger. Over the years I have learned to care more about what people think of me in certain regards. BTW, I drove through Nanaimo a week or so ago on my way to Comox from Victoria. The whole island is beautiful...rugged. |
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