Sometimes I come across words.

I never mean too,

It just happens.

I get curious,

I stay hidden,

I listen.

 

Sometimes these word are about me,

Other times about others.

These word are sacred to the talkers.

Those words never leave my ears.

But the words stay in my head,

I think about these words.

 

Sometimes they make me feel good.

Other times they bring me back down.

Even when the words are not about me.

I think about them,

I wonder.

 

They say,

“Don’t let what others say control you.”

Hard to do,

When your so fragile.

You can’t help it,

Its second nature

How can I stop,

When I do it so well.

 

This time the words were about someone else,

Not me.

Still, they stay in my head.

I think about them.

They make me sad,

Alone,

Frightened,

Disappointed in myself.

 

Am I some joke?

Am I useless?

Are those who say those words about someone else,

Also say those words about me?

Am I a disappointment to those I hold dear?

 

Do I have worth?