Am in love with my self
I am self-centered,
The world Sees me differently
And this makes me feel bad.
Now I try to love another but myself,
yet my old lover stalks me all day.
I still love myself, but I care about what people think, now i hide in the crowd
Because I don't want to be seen by my Self.
By iscomart
Iscomart
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mlowe5 says: Nice introspective write, Iscomart. It took me some time to realize that I must love the self God created me to be, before I can love and care for others. Me, myself, and I are a trinity of the love of the Trinity that teaches that we must lover others as I and I and I have and continues to love. Keep penning the word, Iscomart. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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Iscomart says: Thank you very much mentor, mlowe5 am always honoured having you review my poem. |
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love_supreme says: Very nice |
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