Stop For A Second... Poem by David Beckham
Stop For A Second...
Why do you do this to yourself you moron?
Self pity buys you nothing let alone gets you any close to her
You fear rejection but request a date
Boom. Down. In your face…
And you feel the world is against you
A numbing feeling it creates on your mind
You look down upon self with shame
Head droops low like a flag with no wind
Trapped in a world of pain and agony
Your acts impose a self blow to your confidence
Yet you rage on and pursue that which brings you not pleasure but misery
You clench you fist and grind your teeth
Punch the wall and bruise your wrist
You march on out and say to self
“I am still going to get her”
The victim is you
Stop for a second and look in the mirror
What is it that you are looking for?
Is it love or pain?
Is it comfort or sorrow?
The real you is seeking love not pain
The real you is seeking company not enemy
She don’t want you, so move on
Who cares?
You still an angel to us!
And we love you no matter what!
Self love is utmost, embrace that first
In this manner it happens for most
In time, the moon will be in company with the sun
In time the king will find his queen.
Very true indeed. I liked the way you wrote the poem. Incredibly well. Very poignant write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/13/2024 2:18:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Here's a poem that most people obsessed with something should read. More than that what you have done here is to dwell upon the virtue of selfishness. Great write. Good to have read this one.