Conceit Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Conceit
Rating: ★4.5
Walking feet
along many streets,
many streets of bitterness.
Help she needed,
help she shunned.
Selfish she,
much conceited,
incomplete,
I'll conceived
sickness of the mind.
Defeated within
minds own concepts.
Waf
Thursday, June 27, 2019
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5/3/2024 11:44:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Selfish she, much conceited: interesting perception on people who are too afraid to ask for help and noticing something 'conceited' in certain people defining their self reliance/individuality. Conceited is a weird quality in people. Interesting poem.
Well, Julia, the much conceited was me, I’m afraid. Over it now.