Sometimes i think i might actually be worth something. I feel that way right now. It won't last, but it's a nice respite.
Some people like me. When i am real, some people still like me. And all i know how to be is real.
Okay, that's an exaggeration. I know how to be quiet when i am with people who don't want me to be real. Real can be ugly feelings and sadness and anger and feelings that are hard to be with. I am certainly capable of playing the game, being glib and amusing. I'm actually kind of good at it. But even in that state, i can be real. What i am practicing, is to be real more often.
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