Time Capsule: At the end of the day

Title:  At the end of the day
Date:  02/19/01
Setting:  Life after college--during first post-college job
Form:  Free Verse

At the end of the day
I stand back and look at myself
And what I have accomplished
I replay the words of praise offered by others
And I try to glimpse myself through their eyes
Hoping I too will see what they see
And I begin to cry.
It’s not there
what ever they see in me
It’s not there
At the end of the day
I stand back and look at myself
And see nothing but a pathetic soul
I look at what I’ve accomplished
And see everything that was lacking
Wishing, that just once I might see what they see
And I continue to cry.

Notes:  I don't remember much about this one, but it is quite easy to guess my mood.   This was written right after a poem called The Eyes of Social Anxiety.  It also preceded to poem presented in my last post.

Based on the artifacts below you'll notice my poor choice of color.  I had a vile of multi-colored lead that I just dumped into my mechanical pencil...whatever color popped out, that's the color I wrote in.  You can see from this one (as well as last week's post) that the next color was a nice purple.

Artifact I:  Top of page with the initial construction/start

Artifact II:  Bottom of page with the redesigned construction