Worthy
Why aren't I worthy?
I so badly want to be
I feel I do the best I can
Why do you talk to me like I am a child?
Why do you give me those looks?
Don't you know you're killing my soul!
My heart aches
My stomach is sick
I'm afraid!
Afraid to talk because I know I'll say the wrong thing
I'm afraid you will yell at me again
Afraid of your cold, hard stares
Does it make you feel good?
Does it make you feel superior?
Or are you just sick of me..
You say you're not but I wonder..
Wonder when you get home if you'll be in a good mood
I find myself praying even-though I'm not a religious person
Praying things are going your way today
I'm not a dog
I'm a person Hello! - I'm talking to you..
I am a real person that has a heart
, a soul, a mind believe it or not!
I'm hoping
Hoping you're happy today
When I see a real, warm smile on your face
I know my day is going to be a good one
Please be in a good mood
Please be in a good mood..
Please be in a good mood....
written by, Sherry - Jan. 2nd 08


Hi Sherry,
If that is your partner you are talking about in your poem....its time to look at your relationship. Living with constant stress cannot be good for your depression. I was married for 20 years to someone like that. It can really bring you down. I used to think I had the problem. Maybe your partner is the one with the problems not you. Depression can make you think negative things. You are worthy....never forget that! Any man who thinks otherwise and acts on it is not worthy of you! Best wishes
Hi Rusty,
I was really down the other because the only income I have is SS. I am currently going to school to get my GED and I would love to further my education after that. I want to work but if I'm making minimum I will earn less than I'm getting now.
My boyfriend is a Lawyer and makes great but hates it because I'm not working. I keep telling him I'm working on it. I feel really bad that I can't contribute more. He says he loves me but I can't believe the way he talks down to me. I feel once I get a good job he won't talk like that to me anymore because I will walk out that door.
I gotta run!
Thanks,
Sherry