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Self-esteem

Money and power, things that go to my head.
I wish I could feel important.
I wish to feel important.
Loving is good like a good soft pillow.
Kindness and cheer, the gentleness of a friend.
What are those to do with self-esteem?
Is it good that the status of a friend
bolsters my self-esteem?
"Get away from me you lowlife!" --
the jackass feeling says.
Being kind is not enough.
I don't get a high from it.
A longlasting high.
So, self-esteem constitutes a high, a drugless high.
High-ness is good; lowness is bad.
Well, who cares?
That's what I'd like to know.
Low self-esteem can send you off on ill-fated searches.
Your self-esteem becomes keeping up appearances.
I have to feel that pressure,
I have to live with people.
Money makes the world go around.
Power lets me control.
I'm settling for that.
Because self-concept and self-understanding
get too damn hard!
They confuse me.
I'd rather success.


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