'Life's teapot' because on the outside I look clean, bright and attractive, yet inside can feel dark, stained and dirty.. I wrote a poem with the same title once to try and express the two sides of me.
Life’s Teapot
I sit in despair at times having always tried to prove
that I’m an okay person to myself and others too
the only way to describe this feeling felt within
is a damaged broken teapot with chinks on and in
Uneasy in expression, with no one to tell this to
I hide behind a confidence, invented just for you
the deepest darkest fear that I’m really bad inside
all the things you told me, so real that I hide
Impossible to decipher, in case I get it wrong
I try to fight my thoughts, not listen to your song
criticism is hard as I absorb it like a sponge
yet compliments so easy to disbelieve, expunge
In my teapot damaged I admire from afar
the beauty of wholeness, I strive toward my star
Not to be perfection, just to feel complete
little girl and woman as one, not needing to compete
To believe inside the deepest, darkest recess of my heart
that I’m a worthwhile person, then freedom start
to walk tall in self-acceptance, no longer feel disgrace
so the thunderstorms go and rainbows take their place