Member Poem

I've always heard that love is a cruel mistress, 
and yet never once did I consider it was true. 

I, however, have a plan. 
Perhaps narcissus was onto something, 
he just executed it poorly. 
Allow me to explain. 

Perhaps the key to loving the world around you is to love your place in the world. 
I play my instruments, and love what I do, 
yet I can't help but explain to people that I'm not great. 
My girlfriend always wants to make sure I know how handsome I look, 
or how proud of me she is, 
or how much she loves me, 
but I always struggle to accept any of it and always worry that she just feels bad. 

Perhaps that's the problem, 
that I can't break down the barriers of my insecurity. 
This may take future research.