It’s not always easy being me.
I can’t talk football; it doesn’t interest me.
Because of that, you push me aside.
Do you know my opinion still matters even though I don’t know who won on Sunday?
I am a nerd; these days they are cool,
But not where I work, not in this job that I do.
I hear the jibes you make about me.
I have thoughts on how to do things, but I’m an introvert,
I can’t yell over the top of you all.
You tell me I must speak up, but never tell others they should listen more.
I hear the negative and not the positive
At night I ruminate (even though you hate that word).
Black dog, fears, anxiety, feel like I’m drowning.
I try to learn to silence my own negative voice,
I try to build my confidence and speak up,
But it’s not always easy being me.
About the Creator
D-Donohoe
Amateur storyteller, LEGO fanatic, leader, ex-Detective and human. All sorts of stories: some funny, some sad, some a little risqué all of them told from the heart.
Thank you all for your support.
Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Wow, I loved that you put so much emotion into this! I think we can all relate a little to not fitting in no matter what kind of confidence we wear. Thanks for sharing, well done :)