Mr. Self Pity came calling today,
well really it snuck up behind me and
gave me little choice but to see him.
I wish I wish I wish....
I was less awkward, less shy,
more attractive, more slim,
funny, quick, interesting,
I wish I was the one others
are drawn to.
Banal and common desires,
and yet I still I walk among their
thorny flowers and willingly
accept the pricks.
There are wise words by famous people
that tell me comparing myself is a waste
of time. They are not wrong, yet it is
hard to take advice from those who
do not suffer from the pains they
claim triumph over.
I feel so very human and small,
wishing to be more, be seen,
be desired. Sometimes the ache is strong,
and that self pity comes calling,
sneaking, begging for an invite to the party.
It is everything I can do to deny it tea and cake,
and all my strength to shut the door in its face.
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