You think you’re so good.
You think you’re so much better than everyone else.
You’re fat.

Why do we hold onto these things?
Yet we let go of the good.

The kind words spoken
The compliments received
We shrug them off for some reason.
A few may stick
but the rest are discarded.

What if we became the ultimate bulletin board?
Holding onto
And collecting
Everything positive
thrown our way.

And all of those other pieces,
The negative, nasty stuff
would go in the garbage
like useless receipts.

Noted,
Done,
Not needed.