Truth is


The truth is i have a bad habbit of always comparing myself to others.theres always someone with a better smile nicer clothes a skinnier waist brighter eyes and amazing hair, i put my self down all the times i can never be happy with the way i look at self concious and thats probably the number one thing i want to change about me

Truth is....I don't see but myself, and it torments me
In comparing myself to them I really don't see
I cannot be happy made just how I am
I can't see the blessings I already have
In being unthankful, filled with bitterness
I make myself miserable, give myself distress
If only I could see now beyond my own self
I just might escape this plight,...who will thus help?

  • Authors: -dayanara (Pseudonym), Chic George
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  • Finished: March 17th, 2011 18:30
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
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  • Category: Short story
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