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Proud of Me (Pint-sized Poem #11)
You bring me up all the time,
just to let me down.
You fix my broken heart,
just so you know how to break it again.
You say that I can do something,
even when I say I can't.
You tell me to try.
And try. . .
And try. . .
And keep trying. . .
And when I finally do it.
Pull myself off the ground
and actually bring myself to accomplish something.
And then I tell you. . .
And you brush it off with a "Yup"
As if what I did was for nothing. . .
When all I wanted was you to be proud of me.
But I guess nothing I do will ever be good enough.
just to let me down.
You fix my broken heart,
just so you know how to break it again.
You say that I can do something,
even when I say I can't.
You tell me to try.
And try. . .
And try. . .
And keep trying. . .
And when I finally do it.
Pull myself off the ground
and actually bring myself to accomplish something.
And then I tell you. . .
And you brush it off with a "Yup"
As if what I did was for nothing. . .
When all I wanted was you to be proud of me.
But I guess nothing I do will ever be good enough.
Published 10th Feb 2012
| Edited 15th Sep 2017
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