Obsession

I say I can’t dance,
but that’s a lie.
Everyday, I tap and slink around
the ugliness that I barely conceal.

Rising,
and limbering and vaulting around
because I can’t bear to remain idle
and sit with my truth.

Shuffle! Spin! Slide! Repeat!
I am Astaire in his prime
staring at my reflection
waiting for the applause I so desperately need.

Tell me I’m smart. Great.
Tell me I’m perfect. Excellent.
Tell me that you need me. Divine.
Tell me…again. And again. And again.

For the rhythm of your accolades
has become my obsession
that blots out the memory of what I am.
Shuffle! Spin! Slide! Repeat!

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Sidharth says:

    You have beautifully expressed how a desire for appreciation and respect gradually turns into an obsession, but I wonder if as an individual do we feel so incomplete in our own respect that we need someone else to appreciate our goodness, nonetheless thanks for sharing such a thought provoking post, the emotions you created truly were amazing! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them ๐Ÿ˜Š

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    1. Thanks for reading and for providing thoughtful feedback. I wonder the same thing and often I feel that individuals resort to extreme methods to sustain self esteem when they aren’t complete in themselves. I’ll certainly check out your work!

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      1. Sidharth says:

        Couldn’t have agreed with you more on that, thanks for respecting my invitation ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  2. Teezy says:

    LOVE!

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