about insecurities and being self-conscious..


Women like puppies

Mastering the art of insecurity perfectly,
Turning every truthful compliment
into an instrument of torture.
Ripping my tongue out – I'm suffocating
In my own blood;
Not being able to say 'thank you'
When they call me beautiful.
Don't they see that I'm not?
Practising the course of imperfection gradually,
Always climbing one step higher up the ladder.
Trying to fall, but my hands
Are clinging too tight;
Not being cowardice when
They claim to enjoy my company.
Don't they see I know the truth?
I'm acting silly and they don't call me dumb;
Trying so hard to project this image,
Yet they don't seem to mind.
Then I sit down and explain
That I'm not good for being loved –
They don't believe it, laugh it away.
I have no reasons to lie:
Love women who are like puppies, able to obey
And don't waste your time on illusions...




Poetry by Francesca Lucca
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Written on 2006-11-21 at 16:32

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