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| I have always believed that I am nothing. All my problems; All my fears; I let them rule my life. My insecurities took over. "What will people think?" I let it ruin me. I let other people decide everything. When people were around me, They couldn't tell. I wouldn't let them. I would have sworn I was insignificant, That no one would notice if I were gone; No one would care. But I was wrong. I understand it now. I am not insignificant; My problems are. They aren't gone, though. The problems; They're still here. They just seem smaller than before. And people would notice if I were gone; People would care. I do have friends, Not as many as I would like, But they are there. The are standing behind me, Or holding my hand. I know they love me. Some say it and some don't, But I know. I always have a shoulder to cry on, Even though he seems so far away. I always have people to rant to. I just have to turn on the computer, Or pick up the phone. My problems seem so insignificant now; But that makes me feel bad; It took something like planes crashing into buildings, For my mind to understand, I am not nothing, And I am not insignificant. |
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| I wrote this poem after September 11th, 2001. I was feeling like I was useless in the world and that no one cared if I were here or not. But by halfway through the poem, the tone of it changed along with my mood. I didn't know how this poem would end, but I like the way that the cards fell. This is one of my favorite poems that has hope as the primary factor. |
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