Mocking Myself

I love to mock myself
and do it all the time.
I like to tell people that I’m mean
when it should be kind.
I like to say I’m ugly,
but no one believes me.
I like to degrade whatever I do,
but others don’t like that too.
The problem is you see,
is my self-esteem.
I haven’t got one,
if you know what I mean.
I don’t feel important,
that no one would feel my loss.
(Except for my wife of course)
So if you see me mocking myself
and I do it all the time,
don’t worry about me,
because it is just the way I feel,
about myself all the time.
I know people who can feel content
with the lives they lead,
but if they led mine
they would find no contentment there.

31 January 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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