There are two of me, one believes you implicitly, all <br />arguments and problems are my fault, everything I <br />say is wrong – as you claim with such conviction – <br />this enables me to respect and honour you <br />quite unconditionally <br /> <br />And an inner core, a rebel self who believes for mental <br />health I should believe something else, I have a right to <br />an opinion, you make mistakes and refuse to listen, I’m <br />not the mean and egoistic being you believe me to be <br />this enables me to tolerate myself <br /> <br />Not die on the spot of shame and humiliation for being me <br />though you are Doctor Know-It-All and Mr Perfect, I have a <br />right to be imperfect, horrible me without pretension; - if I did <br />not move all this into negative me, I would have had nothing <br />left - but the positive side still believes <br /> <br />Someday I shall be vindicated in love…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vindicated-5/
