People have often told me I am self-conscious,
but I always refuse and disagree,
for at the end of the day why be conscious,
when I am not you but me.
Yet sometimes, I do question myself,
perhaps they are right,
perhaps they see through me themselves,
before I could see my own light.
So yes, I suppose I am self-conscious,
not conscious due to self,
but because of others around me.
Yes, I am conscious, because of how people look at me
how the sneer and bicker at my emotions.
How they giggle behind my back
and how they comment on the way I stumble on words.
I am conscious because of the way people comment
on my life, my words, my looks.
The way they complain about my successes,
and rejoice over my fails.
But even with this poem, nothing will change,
nothing has ever before, nor will ever after.
These verses will not sow seeds in any hearts-
any hearts other than mine.
So, the next time I step out, will continue gazing down
and walk speedily, drawing my tongue back,
so, people do not question me
or call me conscious.
Because yes, I suppose I am self-conscious,
not conscious due to self,
but because of others around me.
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Comments3
Good words Abdullah, all we can be is ourselves and other around us must accept it. I have a philosophy in life:
"If you don't like what you see in me it is not my problem, it is yours."
Andy
Wise words Andy, appreciate your comment
Good words Abdullah, all we can be is ourselves and other around us must accept it. I have a philosophy in life:
"If you don't like what you see in me it is not my problem, it is yours."
Andy
Dude, this is Elevated writing , no, it’s more than that I might struggle as I attempt to elucidate this complex impression that is alive and forming and yet is indelibly descriptive alive with nuance and spectral glimmer that suggests a talent dwells for certain
above and beyond , dancing in that rare air and space that is Prodigy. Or to choose a review that lived in the world of common parlance ,
I Really Liked That Shit You Wrote.
Props and thank you
Wow thank you so much, it means alot. I am really glad you liked my writing
That’s what you got? That’s all you say?
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