does not appeal to me.
I do not need to be told
in black and white
that I am a cut below the rest,
just not good
I do not need to be reminded of my hunters:
Mistakes and Failures
down my neck every waking moment
Rue shackles me
in dreams I relive bygone days
when I was promise and hope woven into skin and bone,
where I slay
Two things I am certain of:
No hope no disappointments.
Here is my point of no return.
I hear myself,
my unquiet mind,
all the time
I don’t need my flaws to be pointed out
Especially not by strangers
who assessed me undeserving of a chance.
So pray tell,
Why should I have to prove myself?
self-esteem has self-destructed.
Wilful pride still lies in its wake
I keep my worth in my pocket,
in my hands,
at anyone, everyone,
Appealing does not appeal to me.