Inferiority Poems - Poems about Inferiority

Humility is not Inferiority concluding, 'Woe is me!' Open your heart's eye wide to see What can I do ~ Where is my opportunity...

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She had a masters degree, from Trinity Cambridge, was brokering deals in the city, with overheard talk re. financial leverage. Whilst I’d a diploma from a, “technical” college. A photographic memory, from heart she could recite, the Shakespeare plays and the complete periodic table, and her port and whisky bottles had their own silver labels. A no mortgage flat, Persian cat and a...

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Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories regarding father (Boyce Brandon Harris) long ago lapsed decades during papa's prime time many years past when complacence existed about joie de vivre, and considerations about mortality irrelevant, where soothsayers promised our family staying alive...

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Ain't a illusion but reality, Your stardom, your limelight, Your rich folks and my shame dress, My heart begging tears to shed. Ain't a Jack in box I promise But a fairy light lost in spotlight, All you were a short lived fantasy While December joyed and February weeped. Ain't a Silhouette but a soulful dream Of my life's road driven...

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Inferiority complex viz mine (mien) Although yours truly modest, the only personal issue I will lightly boast about constitutes lingering self worthlessness bred if not prior to first grade, than most definitely incipient, academic deadlines loomed large with dread and exacerbated by procrastination quickly adopted as linchpin damned obsessive compulsive currents (i.e. thoughts) fed modus operandi, which intricate schema writ over lifetime invisible within this talking head who ironically enough never uttered a...

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Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories regarding father (Boyce Brandon Harris) long ago lapsed decades during papa's prime time many years past when complacence existed about joie de vivre, and considerations about mortality irrelevant, where soothsayers promised our family staying alive for eternity few and far between instances found me acting,...

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timid, meek, and demure (effeminate) me, essentially ruled the roost regarding Harris household sole son characterized vis a vis presented passive resistant outward nonestablishmentarian mold worst case scenario would witness Matthew Scott Harris spending longevity old and feeble minded at 324 Level Road outliving parents, pets (comprising inordinate number of dust bunnies) and siblings (an older and younger sister), the latter whose globetrotting exploits I envied, nevertheless outlived anyone polled even...

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Inferiority Complex As A Kid And Adult! I recall father, (now behold at near ninety years old - maintains stronghold on life, cuz born of sturdy mettle - rumor claims bullion – ne'er did buckle nar fold meaning bull + lion rolled together and processed April 9th, nineteen twenty nine), fortune teller foretold envious longevity, perhaps just shy of eternity older than anyone polled occasionally got a...

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Although yours truly modest, the only personal issue I will lightly boast about constitutes lingering self worthlessness bred if not prior to first grade, than most definitely incipient, academic deadlines loomed large with dread and exacerbated by procrastination quickly adopted as linchpin damned obsessive compulsive currents (i.e....

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You are putting yourself down No, I`m not, but I know you want to have a go, so I deflect your sarcasm your words fall on stony ground. The public laughed off my self-disparaging and your words embarrassed you, I fenced off your attack. As a runt in the family, I learned to be the one...

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Inferiority complex Self-esteem too low Holds off giant leaps of life Shun it and you win! ©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak 15th September 2015...

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Ideally, standing up is the expectation to the present folded lay Never up to own standard, self belief a constant enemy Falling below threshold; never reaching the mark of confidence Events are always weighed by their authority on personality Roll call of self esteem is done; name is present but being-absent Intimidated even by the most ordinary of matter and...

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Always feeling very low intimidated by the slightest threats frightened by a simple challenge ...

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Feelings of inferiority Irritated and enraged Just like ocean waves Defensiveness like a baby who tries and crawls but falls Fear and forlorn hit the floor Confused and want to run out the door Insecurity and hopelessness are at the pore Guild and hatred will haunt you down Screams of agony are the closest sounds Lost in the middle of overwhelming I...

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Clocks tick, pages turn, and pencils furiously inscribe notes; two more chapters. The house is silent; earbuds blare. And as the city sleeps, you refuse to conform. Rest is for the weak; I go against the norm. The only question is, as the sun retires and the moon clocks in, which will you choose, Productivity or inferiority?...

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