I lost a friend and it's my fault.
Trying too hard or not enough,
Expecting more than others can give,
Overreacting, being dramatic,
And ending up looking pathetic.
This isn't part of some master plan.
This is simply what I am.
God, I have faults. Don't I know it.
I don't kid myself. I know I show it.
Do I think it's okay to be this way,
No, I don't,
I'm sorry. Truly, I am.
I wish I was different.
I wish it all was different.
But I'm not and it's not and I'm stuck.
I really do like writing poetry.
I take it very seriously.
I think I do it everyday,
For a fair part of the day.
So many of the poems I've read here are truly amazing.
There is so much talent on this website.
This is not false flattery.
I can't lie because I won't remember what I said.
Now I have something that's truly mine.
For years, people have been telling me to find a hobby.
I finally have.
So, thank you for welcoming me to your website.
I would be honored if you let me stay.
But please don't call me Perdita.
My name is Elaine.
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Author:
Elaine P. (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2026 06:01
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Ok Elaine a true unveiling of the self in this poem and nicely said. No one can kick you off the site so don't let bullying or negative words deter you I'm sure people will adore you.
Soren,
Thank for taking the time to read my poem. I am grateful for your reassuring comments. Still, it is what it is.
Elaine
You are most welcome
Your poem revolves around personal reflection, self-acceptance, and the struggle with one's own flaws. The poet expresses regret over losing a friend and acknowledges that their behavior contributed to this loss. Never let anyone bully you. Tell them to talk to me.Elaine👍❤️
Elaine, I had the opportunity to read your poem after commenting, and I simply had to comment again. Each of us is uniquely gifted, my dear friend. Everyone approaches life with their own style. I've walked a mile in your shoes. I thought I'd lost something precious when I lost my friends, but I've come to realize that you didn't lose a friend; you gained a kindred spirit. People can only give so much, and that's perfectly okay. The truth is, nobody is flawless. Just be yourself, authentically and unapologetically. I'm thrilled to connect with you for who you are. Interestingly, you've mentioned others' behavior, yet you've chosen a pseudonym; with that in mind, welcome to the community, and I hope your stay is long and fulfilling. Don't let anyone diminish your sparkle. Be true to yourself. Having discovered a hobby that brings you joy, pursue it with passion.
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