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[aid] => mick
[title] => Emotions 2
[time] => 2004-02-02 19:39:51
[hometext] => This was written over this summer...when I
[bodytext] => It’s weird the way you just pop up in my conversations, you’re kind of like a bubble. One second you’re there, and the next, “Pop” you’re no longer there, and I don’t know what to do. When you are with me, I feel as though I have the highest self-esteem, as well as the highest level of confidence, but then when you leave, I feel like a bubble being popped by a pin. When I talk to you on the phone, I feel as though I am a brand new pair of shoes, taken well care of, and fresh, then when you hang up, I feel like an old, crusty shirt shoved at the bottom of a closet. Sometimes I feel as though I should go hide in the closet like a piece of your junk from the 5th grade. The reason I feel that way, is because I feel as though that’s the way you treat me. I know you say it’s not your fault, but then who’s fault is it? Who’s the one that disappears? Who’s the one that treats me like *****? If it’s not you, I know who it must be. I now know that it’s my fault. I treat myself like *****. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 43 [informant] => hawaii06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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