My Boo Hoo Franchise Enterprise

I too had suffered bouts
Of languishing insecurities.
I did not resist to pick upon the weakest link.
Someone who would smother me with sympathy...
And in it I would sink.
I would carry my tears around,
As I quickly blinked my eyes to produce more.
Believing I could and would allow them to pour.
I was a boo hoo servant.
Delivering despair.
A boo hoo pity party giver.
Celebrating my suffering...
Freely delivering it everywhere.
Until I saw my reflection upon so many faces.
It scared me to realize the ugliness I had graced.
A boo hoo doing mogul? No...
I then chose not to be!
Too many were out there selling that with flair.
And my boo hoo franchise enterprise...
Was not personalized as I had thought it to be!
An audience was gone.
For me...
No one had cared!
A traumatic awakening occurred.
Glared at me and stared.
So many were already marketing that.
And my efforts weren't getting me anywhere.
What I was bringing...
Had already been sought and bought!
With agony I stopped it!
The competition was too much to bare!

'Okay...
Stop it! I'm embarrassed!
I get the point! '

Discovering that happiness to share...
Was what people wanted.
And 'that' I knew was rare.
I did not see that anywhere.
Now I am on a mission to spread just joy!
Hoping that becomes desirous and declared.
My boo hoo doing days are done.
However...
Marketing happiness,
Is much more work than fun!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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