excruciatingly embarrassing professional experiencemollysdramaNovember 8 2004, 16:28:21 UTC
In "My fear held me back" I was talking about a conversation i had with my friend Mike Porfilio, where we played a game called, what's most important to you, but I couldnt tell him everything i felt, because you never really know if people truly care about what you are saying or if they only pretend to, so that they can further themself on some quest for physical intimacy or whatever it is men want from me.
The "He" in he's not just another guy, is refering to this guy i work with. His mame is Derek, and I have some what of a crush on the guy, but whenever i talk to anyone about him, they're like, you can do better, or wait it out, or some other discouraging comment, but i see more there and would like to ask him out but im just a chicken. anyway.
The only conclusion that you can truly base that has anything to do with you in any of this poetry, is that you made me consider once again how other people see me, "When people see me, do they think im a phoney?" Because i know that is what you see, i fear others might see what you see and find me less than good enough for them, which only causes me to feel worse about myself....
thats a wrap for tidbits and conlusions from the writer, all should feel free to ask for elaboration, on anything that intrests anyone.
by the way, I'm glad you could tell that they were all different poems written at different times
it was really just a mini- anthology comprized of small pieces of blue and purple paper that i scribble thoughts and emotions on when i work the 7-3 shift at work.... for the first hour the place is vacant and im left with only paper and my thoughts.... what a deadly combination indeed....
The "He" in he's not just another guy, is refering to this guy i work with. His mame is Derek, and I have some what of a crush on the guy, but whenever i talk to anyone about him, they're like, you can do better, or wait it out, or some other discouraging comment, but i see more there and would like to ask him out but im just a chicken. anyway.
The only conclusion that you can truly base that has anything to do with you in any of this poetry, is that you made me consider once again how other people see me, "When people see me, do they think im a phoney?" Because i know that is what you see, i fear others might see what you see and find me less than good enough for them, which only causes me to feel worse about myself....
thats a wrap for tidbits and conlusions from the writer, all should feel free to ask for elaboration, on anything that intrests anyone.
by the way, I'm glad you could tell that they were all different poems written at different times
it was really just a mini- anthology comprized of small pieces of blue and purple paper that i scribble thoughts and emotions on when i work the 7-3 shift at work.... for the first hour the place is vacant and im left with only paper and my thoughts.... what a deadly combination indeed....
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