Me Myself and I
So I've been throwing a "me" party lately.
I felt wounded.
I felt judged.
I felt boxed in,
censored,
rejected.
I was sad,
I wondered if I had what it takes to do what I do.
I felt my thin skin stretching.
So I began to whine.
I sulked.
I told myself all the reason I was right and how wronged by others I had been.
I consoled my poor pitiful self.
For several days.
Then I heard "wah, wah, wah, shut the heck up!"
And the light came on, the roaches started running and I wanted to vomit at the yucky Me Monster I had been.
Me wants to kill who I am supposed to be. Me is now gonna Shut the heck up!
I felt wounded.
I felt judged.
I felt boxed in,
censored,
rejected.
I was sad,
I wondered if I had what it takes to do what I do.
I felt my thin skin stretching.
So I began to whine.
I sulked.
I told myself all the reason I was right and how wronged by others I had been.
I consoled my poor pitiful self.
For several days.
Then I heard "wah, wah, wah, shut the heck up!"
And the light came on, the roaches started running and I wanted to vomit at the yucky Me Monster I had been.
Me wants to kill who I am supposed to be. Me is now gonna Shut the heck up!
Comments
Mom, great advice as always. Miss you a LOT :-)
Daphne, some things are forgivable, that Double Cheeseburger aint one of them. My clothes still smell like McDonalds! ;-)
Call me, I don't have your number in my new phone.