I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful, and I’m sorry I tried so hard to be.
I’m sorry you’re hurting, and I’m sorry I let you hurt me too.
I’m sorry you couldn’t change, and I’m sorry I fooled myself to believe you could.
I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend, and I’m sorry you never let me be.
I’m sorry I had to leave, but most of all I’m sorry I didn’t do so sooner.
Submitted: March 14, 2018
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DLCannon
People with low self-esteem need people too. But I guess it's still what our problem is. We always repel women, as if it makes us ugly. Speaking on my behalf, my esteem is in denial of it's existence, and am stuck in a Helplessness-Hopelessness Syndrome. I understand it's a big problem. And I wish I could try on work on it, being in recovery and all, but I'm having trouble seeing past my own denial. It's like I've fooled my self into just not believing in myself, and I'm sorry to say, but this poem really rubbed it in my face. But I needed to be called on my shit. So thank you.
Fri, March 16th, 2018 4:22amAuthor
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Thanks for your comment! I get what you're saying. I have low self-esteem myself. But the friend I wrote the poem about suffered from some mental disorders too, and she had a tendency to make me feel bad about myself to make herself feel better. Her low self-esteem wasn't the reason why I stopped being friends with her. I stopped being her friend because she treated me badly, and she treated me badly because of her low self-esteem. It is true that people with low self-esteem need people too, and that was exactly why it was such a difficult decision to distance myself from her. But in the end, it wouldn't have been fair to myself to stay friends with her.
Fri, March 16th, 2018 8:35am