Approval

 
Your words control me
I want your approval
Please do not criticise
Just to say well done
 
I need your approval
It makes me happy
But do I really?
Will it make me whole?
 
I fear your criticism
I want you to like me
To have a good opinion of me
And be please with my doings
 
But this is wrong of me
I am looking to the wrong person
For approval and love
True joy will never be gained here
 
I am being deceived
All my life this has been my aim
To get approval from others
To think that completes me
 
Worldly love is great
But it is not the end
To gain complete joy
I need to raise my eyes higher
 
I am already accepted
I was chosen before I was born
I am wanted and overall I am truly loved
I have nothing to prove
 
Jo Anne Kennedy
August 2020

Open Your Eyes

 

Everyday brings new problems

If it is not one thing, it is another

And you always find something to complain about

And it is never your fault

 

People are angry with you

And you seem to not know why

People are in tears over you

But it passes you by

 

You sit and say you have no idea

Why things are falling apart

You blame others for the demise

Of the empire you believe you built

 

The truth is things get better

In the time you were away

And it is only since your return

That the cracks are showing again

 

You bring hurt and pain

With every word you say

Every action you make

Brings a little more destruction

 

Will, you ever wake up to see?

The trail of hurt you have caused

Or are you so self centered

That you only care about you?

 

Please open your eyes

To see the pain and hurt in people’s eyes

And realise what you are doing

Before anyone else get hurts

 

 

Jo Anne Kennedy

August 2020

The More I Hear About You

 

The more I hear about you

The more I dislike you

And also dislike myself

For thinking you were decent

 

The more I hear about you

The more I regret my past

And believing in you

And the words you said

 

The more I hear about you

The more I begin to realise

That it is you who is the common denominator

In the pollution of the atmosphere

 

The more I hear about you

The more I can see

That people are hurt and scared

By the way you treated them

 

The more I hear about you

The more I wonder

Do you actually realise

The pain and the hurt you have caused

 

The more I hear about you

The more I am sympathetic

With the puppy dog who follows you

And worships your every word

 

The more I hear about you

The more I wonder

Would life be better?

If I had never met you