Poem Of Self Worth Novels & Stories

she declared with a finality that left no room for negotiation "It’s not worth it" Though she didn't voice it, the unspoken addendum hung heavy in the silence between us - 'I'm not worth it'. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in the tremor of her voice, feel it in the sudden chill that fell over our conversation. Each word was a dagger, not just to the burgeoning hope within me but also to my understanding of her self-perception. The implication that she considered herself unworthy struck me with a profound sadness. It was as if she had erected a wall around herself, a barrier built from bricks of past betrayals and mortar of mistrust.

I replied, shaking my head slowly. "I have spent my whole life being told I was not good enough, not worthy enough, and not deserving of love or kindness or safety," I said, my voice steady despite the tears in my eyes. "But standing here, looking at you, and holding you while you fall apart, I realize that worth is not something you earn, it is something you are, and you, Leandro, are worthy of being held, worthy of being loved, and worthy of being forgiven for the things you did not even do." I reached up, and my fingers touched his face, and I wiped the tears from his cheeks. He leaned into my touch, and his eyes closed, and his shoulders relaxed, just a little.

hindi na nito naituloy pa ang sasabihin nang hawakan niya ito sa magkabilang balikat. "Yun naman pala... sayo nayan. Let it remind you that no shoes can ever define your worth. You're more than any expensive stuff. You deserve to be treated with respect ok?" wala sa sariling napatango-tango na lang ito sa kanya.

They’re not the truth of who I am. Today, I stand here and tell myself: I am enough. I don’t need to feel second best to Avery or anyone else. My worth isn’t measured by comparison or competition. It’s in my quiet strength, my kindness, my unique perspective. I am deserving of my own happiness, my own success, and my own voice.

“How I pray…that a time will come…I can free myself and meet their expectations….On that day, I’ll discover someway to be myself…and to make my family proud…They want a docile lamb….No-one knows who I am….Must there be a secret me…I’m forced to hide…Must I pretend that I am someone else for all time…When will my reflection show…who I am inside….when..will..my reflection show…who I am….inside…” She let out a sigh thinking back on all the times she had sung this song when younger. She moved onto cooking the bacon and sung a different song. “Would anyone notice…if tonight I disappeared?…Would anyone chase me..and say the words that I need to hear?….That I’m no burden…not so worthless…bent so mu

I got up abruptly and paced back and fourth in my room, she's not making any sense. "When you were born you were the most gorgeous little thing I've ever seen, you weren't ugly when you were born my dear, you were stunning. Everyone admired your beauty it was almost unearthly, it wasn't until your second year birthday that your face changed and became what it was." My mouth hung open I surprise. "So you mean—" "What ever made you ugly back then has left you, so embrace the real you and admire yourself, if you don't value yourself or increase your self worth people won't value you."

“Then I request that you take me to the Imperial Pearl, Val-Val. I have… been unable to locate it once more. All the streets of your kingdom are indistinguishable from one another! I would be very grateful for your…assistance. You will be rewarded greatly for your service.” 'So, you are lost!', was what Valery wanted to say, but she managed to stop herself from making such a mistake again when she remembered the man’s vehement rejection of the idea last time. He must be lost and feeling pretty desperate, if he decided to take up her offer this time. When she had previously offered her assistance she had time to space, but now, the time she had set to return home was nearing. If she assisted

JOHN The man I see in the mirror isn’t the man I once was. Johnny St. Jacks the guitar god, no more. I sit in the shower of my newly inherited castle to think, and jerk off. The steam feels good. Nothing like blowing a load to clear my mind. I’m starting to look a little scraggly with my hair this long. Should I chop it? I pause in front of the mirror for a moment feeling a bit unsettled. I heave over the toilet and throw up. Fuck this sucks.

Then another message. “For your own good.” The words were simple. The intent behind them wasn’t. She stared at the screen, her heartbeat sharp and uneven. And somewhere across the city, Dominic Valente watched his phone light up with the delivery notification, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Because the warning wasn’t supposed to hurt him too. She was becoming a fracture in his discipline, and she didn’t even know it. Every day, resisting her felt less like strength and more like self-punishment.

I am counting My belongings I Need to include Myself or not I think I will include I am arranging In declining order Of their worth But then I have A diamond A pearl Should I include Self above or below it I think I am above I am now arranging Them in comparative Style Should I compare Self With ruby or pearl I think they aren’t worth But I see people dying In the race of acquiring Diamonds worth How a diamond Adds to me Is unknown yet But heard I will redesign myself Or will it enable a better