I don’t need you to be proud of me.
I need you to stand by me when even I
Can’t stand to look at myself.
I need you to understand that I’m not
What you always think,
But I’m always thinking
About trying to be better.
You may never believe me
When I make a decision,
Never sounding sure of myself and
I need you to forgive that, too.
These demands are thrown at you
Like the angry glass that hit the wall
That night when I just couldn’t take it.
But it’s the long truth of this short story.
Because sometimes
I’m just 125 pounds of manipulation.
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Six years (almost to the day) and ten pounds haven't changed much since I wrote that poem, living alone in Hickory Creek.
'Bout time, don't you think?
Stay tuned...
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