Monday, May 30, 2016
Inadequacy
most of us feel it when others are near.
For instance when you and your buddies go for a beer,
there's this gorgeous brunette at the bar whose got a nice rear -
view mirror, on her car, outside... you saw her come in.
Inadequacy.
The feeling of feeling not good enough.
But who labels us with this awful word
when we try and we try until trying's absurd?
We won't stop until affirmation is procured
but even then, we can't believe what we've heard.
How sad is that?
Always to feel like the worst?
Things are OK, things are fine, then someone
surpasses you and your bubble bursts.
Like the girl sitting at the end of the bar.
She see's you checking out the brunette from afar.
Compared to the brunette she feels like fat lard,
she covers her belly and puts up her guard,
even though she really is beautiful.
We're always vying to be something we're not,
aiming for movie star looks without movie plots,
emanating each other as if we're robots.
It's time to press the off button and climb out of this box
and put together the shreds of ourselves before it all rots.
We have to accept our differences
and sew back the pieces.
Using needle and thread we renew our leases,
to be who we are,
not living on other people's visas,
watching each other live like we're official scorekeepers,
wishing we could trade out all of our interesting features.
What's the point in being the same?
If we were the same we'd wish we were different.
We aren't born in a factory and maybe this reminder will eclipse it.
None of us are perfect.
That brunette hottie you're checking out at the bar?
She's on her 5th vodka straight
because she doesn't like who she is.
Nobody treats her seriously because of her looks.
They act like she's not smart enough to open a book.
Beauty Queen, maybe, but she wants to be more.
She sees the girl at the end of the bar staring at the floor
and wishes they could change places.
Inadequacy, you see, in inherent in us all.
It could be life changing or it could be something small.
Be different, be brave... if you have the gall.
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