Insignificance is a big word.
On Sunday, it
signified my feelings,
my hopes, my thoughts.
The skills I had,
at first appearing
promising, were reneged.
The fact that I had
work and a life
that I needed to
get back to was
nothing. It didn't
matter how hungry
or tired I was.
I was expected
to be better than I
could be. What ego
I had was being
lessened by the minute.
Your contempt made me small.
You must be bigger to overcome it.
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1 comment:
That's pretty awesome. Very powerful writing. I love it, carino! Great blog, by the way! :D
darvit of FanGathering
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