Title: Self Appraisal Writer: Charlie Girl

I wallow in self pity and of that I'm not so proud, My anguish won't diminish, it engulfs me like a shroud. I see myself as others do, which heightens my despair, Admonishing my feelings does not get me anywhere.

But still I feel contempt for self, and see that others do, Assessment just acknowledges my disposition true, My worth is non-existent in the eyes of so-called "peers" The fault I guess is mine alone, I cry but private tears.

I venture to involve myself, connect with those around. My words do not effect them so my heart stays underground. I long for understanding, but one equal to my own, Elusive expectations make me linger on alone

I might not be so sceptical if someone would accept, That what I feel, is what I feel, not something so inept Some have seemed to understand, but then as time goes by, I've learnt that what THEY feel is more significant than I.

Perhaps I will try once again, to let them give a damn. With faith in Descarte's precept that "I think, therefore I am." I think - and that's the problem, thoughts are easy to impart, Unlike the total wretchedness that fills my troubled heart.

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