{"sf1_id":1793638,"sf2_id":"rm8rJ6Y1","title":"Poem: Compliments","author":"zetasyanthis","words":61,"posted_at":"2021-12-08T02:44:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Sad","mental health"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1793638-poem-compliments","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rm8rJ6Y1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/54/a5/54a5bd5f-e318-40e4-a688-65cc4be34725","description":"#14 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis\n\nI never feel them, even though I wish I could.","content":"Compliments are bouncing off,  \nCompliments, unheard,  \nCompliments that shake our mind  \nand threaten our whole world.\n\nBecause we cannot see ourselves,  \nBecause we cannot laugh,  \nWe never hear our compliments;  \nWe discard them like chaff.\n\nBut one day soon, we'll feel them all.  \nBut one day soon, we'll see.  \nAnd one day soon when that day comes  \nwe'll cry for victory.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"2021 Mental Health Crisis","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1793636-poem-slippery-crying.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1793643-poem-for-my-dad.json"}}