the competition

i have never been good at this
not in my entire life
there is always someone better
someone smarter
prettier younger
there is always someone
who has something more than I
i have what i have and can’t really change that
well i guess i can improve a few things
but in the end it really won’t matter
i am who i am and that really is all that i can be
sometimes i wonder
what is the point
then i think of something else
and forget what it is
i was so worried about

Published in: poetry | on June 6th, 2008 |

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  1. On 06pmSun, 08 Jun 2008 14:10:04 +00002008-06-08T14:10:04+00:0002 2, 2008 at 8:09 p06 Father Luke Said:

    I believe that in the end,
    that love is all that matters.

    Sometimes we forget who is doing the loving.
    It’s always us.

    This kicked me in the chest,
    for all the times I’ve felt just
    exactly what you’ve written.

    - -
    Father Luke

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