Crybaby

Crybaby

A Poem by hypochondrita
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don’t waste your compliments on me 

I’ll never believe them

and that’s my bad

not being able to grasp a positive concept, how sad

the spot is already taken, friend

by all the negativity I once needed to survive

and one’s mind can’t have them both

or things get too confusing to stay alive

or at least sane

hey, don’t look at me with such disdain

I’m just stating a fact

I don’t mean to be lacking tact

and I appreciate you taking your time to share

some nice words you’ve got there

It’s not you, it’s me 

and my utter inability

to trust and to let go

of all the painful lies I’ve ever known.

© 2021 hypochondrita


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Negativity in youth has hurt many an innocent soul. Inability to take praise is a sign of it. The early years are a time of vulnerability, and sometimes a lot of work is needed to undo the damage. Good luck on your reclamation efforts.

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Added on April 12, 2021
Last Updated on April 12, 2021
Tags: poetry, personal, growth, anxiety, poem, feelings, life, fight