Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

The Sweet Taste of Self-Pity

Posted by D. James on 22 February 2007

Who got my self-confidence?
I walk around nervous
and afraid
Wondering, who got my self-confidence?

Whatever was alllotted me was misplaced
or simply walked away

I look around at this one and that
Maybe he got it, or she
shit, somebody must have got more than me

Check your pockets
dig deep and tell me if you’ve got any, really

Because I’m curious
was I short changed, or do we all feel this way?

I used to get mine out of a bottle

Now I don’t know

Maybe I never had any

Who got my self-confidence?
or his?
or hers?

Who got my self-confidence?
or yours?
or anybodys?

Maybe I’ll ask on the subway

“Excuse me, does anybody have some self-confidence to spare?”

“Excuse me, has anyone seen my self-confidence today?”

D. James

3 Responses to “The Sweet Taste of Self-Pity”

  1. James Steerforth Says:

    Try that on the subway & let me know what responses you get.

  2. peterandthehare Says:

    this has more charm to it than the majority of such poems, but still self-pity doesn’t tend to make for good writing… i’d steer clear of it whenever possibe. i know its difficult

  3. Derrick Says:

    I think Dr. Phil might have some to offer.

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