Don’t act like you know me

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lly self-aware. The truth is, there are things I know I can do, which many believe they can’t, And many things I know I can’t do, which many can, that make me worthless- Like acting like I’m able to speak in a conversation naturally.</p><p id="d7d2">I don’t think ‘insecure’ covers it. I think it’s more of the feeling that I’m a large, empty box of glass And everyone’s looking in, wondering if there’s really nothing there Or if their eyes are playing tricks on them. Then they come to realise that it’s quite disappointing going to an art museum, Expecting art, And being met with a room full of brass sculptures and a single empty box.</p><p id="5cd4">You say you wish you were as ‘resilient’ as me. Then tell me why I cry myself to sleep at night and whenever I wake up. Tell me why I tear myself up at the slightest sign of my own weaknesses. Tell me why I get someone to tell me that I’ll be ok when I know I won’t. Tell me why I hate myself to my core and find a look of disgust in the mirror. Tell me why I can’t seem to get out of this hole I’ve dug myself. Tell me why I should carry on.</p><p id="fce7">I don’t care what reason you have for me, I just hoped that there was one.</p><p id="035e">Hi, if you enjoyed this piece feel free to follow and subscribe to <a href="http://s-p-sacker.medium.com/">my account</a>, s-p-sacker, to receive an email whene

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A poem on a peer’s false perception of you

‘I wish I were like you.’ No, you don’t. You don’t know me well enough to assume I’m an inspiration. You don’t know me well enough to assume I enjoy talking to those I’m close to. You don’t know me well enough to assume I’m not on the verge of collapse. You don’t know me well enough to assume I can tolerate the boredom of living Or the pressure to act like I’m not myself.

You say you wish you were ‘smart’ like me. I assure you that I’m stupid and inept when it comes to the things that matter. I assure you that I lack basic human sympathy. I assure you that I struggle to solve simple everyday problems Like knowing to open the door when the doorbell rings.

You say you wish you had ‘confidence’ in your abilities like me. The truth is, I know both my strengths and my weaknesses equally as well. The truth is, I spend so much time self-evaluating, that I’m painfully self-aware. The truth is, there are things I know I can do, which many believe they can’t, And many things I know I can’t do, which many can, that make me worthless- Like acting like I’m able to speak in a conversation naturally.

I don’t think ‘insecure’ covers it. I think it’s more of the feeling that I’m a large, empty box of glass And everyone’s looking in, wondering if there’s really nothing there Or if their eyes are playing tricks on them. Then they come to realise that it’s quite disappointing going to an art museum, Expecting art, And being met with a room full of brass sculptures and a single empty box.

You say you wish you were as ‘resilient’ as me. Then tell me why I cry myself to sleep at night and whenever I wake up. Tell me why I tear myself up at the slightest sign of my own weaknesses. Tell me why I get someone to tell me that I’ll be ok when I know I won’t. Tell me why I hate myself to my core and find a look of disgust in the mirror. Tell me why I can’t seem to get out of this hole I’ve dug myself. Tell me why I should carry on.

I don’t care what reason you have for me, I just hoped that there was one.

Hi, if you enjoyed this piece feel free to follow and subscribe to my account, s-p-sacker, to receive an email whenever I publish and check out some of my other works. Some with similar themes include:

Don’t Act As If You Know Me

A poem on a peer’s false perception of you

They’d hate me if they knew

A poem on depression and solitude

I Know You Can’t Hear Me But-

A poem on grief and spiralling into deep depression