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'inadequate'

When the real you Is not good enough When you weighed by a stranger’s scale And you are labeled inadequate Do you try and become Who they think you are Or do you walk around under the blanket Of not being good enough forever Even when you know you are passable Do you pretend it doesn't hurt? That being judged by strangers Is just one of lives’ curves? When they trot on who you are As if you are irrelevant Do you tremble in confusion? Or turn a blind eye? ©120820151505

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Kp Nunez

Date: 8/23/2015 4:36:00 AM

I do tend to stop, get a feel of my inner self, find my inner strength, then and only then do I think of a proper response. I have stopped retaliating immediately and in kind long ago. People who matter say its called "maturity". If some people are too busy to hitch a ride to the maturity bus, who am I to remind them? Like some here, I pretend the words don't hurt...then find that they REALLY DON'T! You're an awesome lady! Loved this. hugs!

James Peranteau

Date: 8/17/2015 11:08:00 PM

Mine eyne turn and look for feet that press forward gently as not to mar mine luster dear poet! I pray you are gaining knowledge to do likewise...my pappy taught me that ! *smiles*...Oooo, gotta read another......

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/12/2015 8:51:00 PM

I think it says a lot about a person's self confidence and their personality how they react to these things. Eventually I just let it go. what else can we do when someone is this way to us? We have to learn when to stand up for ourselves and not worry about these people. Nice one for getting us thinking, you little book worm you. (we are peas in a pod)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/12/2015 9:27:00 AM

I spend time with friends and then I feel right as rain! This is a great contemplative piece.

Wilma Neels
Date: 8/12/2015 9:32:00 AM

Richard, that is always a good thing to do. :) my friends will probably tell me are you crazy? where did that piece come from? I sometimes don't have an answer for them, but I relish the variety of comments I get :) I appreciate yours as well

Eileen Manassian

Date: 8/12/2015 8:49:00 AM

Wow...what a deep deep poem, dear. Sometimes it's easy to believe the lies. I wish that we would all have the courage to keep walking with out heads held high. Lovely write. Bless you.

Ian Jones

Date: 8/12/2015 8:21:00 AM

Challenging Write and my pet screamathon!!! We should develop our own individual value systems, sign posted with qualities which are important to us. It is impossible to measure up to a surrogate system devised with bias toward a media driven controllable norm, it doesn't exist. Wear Pink to a funeral, twerk in a barn dance, wear a Bowler hat on a Thursday, whoops! I say, steady on old chap. To the subject in your wonderful poem and anyone who's listening, BE YOUR BEAUTIFUL SELF!!

Ian Jones
Date: 8/12/2015 8:37:00 AM

Thanks, lucky we weren't allowed more characters. I plan to grow old very disgracefully. Who will care when I'm dead anyway. Kindest regards, Ian

Wilma Neels
Date: 8/12/2015 8:28:00 AM

hehe, Ian you had me laughing at your comment. it is amazing the strong response you have to this one, thanks for your input. Always enjoy your comments on my musings ;)