Post by Swirlpaw on May 18, 2013 23:01:42 GMT -6
Do you ever feel... forgotten?
Like if you try to talk to your friends, they never respond because they're talking to somebody else?
Do you ever feel like they never listen as intently as you do to your problems?
Has anyone told you, "I never knew you existed"? Even when you're there every day?
Have you tried to find someone to talk to, but found noone?
Do you feel like only a few people in your life can support you?
Do you have problems with all of the people you fall in love with?
Does that person pick you up and make you laugh but shoot you down in a day's difference?
...Have you ever felt that way?
That way that when you try to speak over the voices that ignore you, but you're never heard?
I do.
And it's strange.
Because it feels like there are plenty of happy things in my life, but I still feel alone. Even on websites I feel like the friends I make forget me. And when I log on... no messages. No notifications. The next day, and still nothing.
And I come to realize, that, everyone I meet. Likes to leave me in the dust. They make new friends, and what am I? Just something nobody notices anymore, like a broken piece of the sidewalk nobody bothers to notice as they walk over me?
Sticks and stones, they can break bones.
But words can much worse hurt me.
And not just words. People!! Have you ever taken the time to notice that girl, that lonesome girl sitting by herself at a table? Or walking with nobody in the hallway? Have you noticed the jealous looks those people have on their faces when they see that somebody has friends, something they don't have?
I feel like one of them. You can judge me. I've been picked on by older kids on my street for almost most of my life, and ever since I was born, I was the ugly one. The sensitive one. The melodramatic. Even my siblings, for heaven's sake, are bullies!
..And you know who's there?
-Madison, my guardian angel. (An old cat of mine. She died, but she was the best sister ever known.)
-God.
I pray to them each night as I curl into a ball and I feel like they're by my sides. And they, at least, know my beauty. It's not on the outside that counts- it's what's on the inside.
So I pray tonight, for whoever is out there, that they are not worse off than me.
Amen.
Like if you try to talk to your friends, they never respond because they're talking to somebody else?
Do you ever feel like they never listen as intently as you do to your problems?
Has anyone told you, "I never knew you existed"? Even when you're there every day?
Have you tried to find someone to talk to, but found noone?
Do you feel like only a few people in your life can support you?
Do you have problems with all of the people you fall in love with?
Does that person pick you up and make you laugh but shoot you down in a day's difference?
...Have you ever felt that way?
That way that when you try to speak over the voices that ignore you, but you're never heard?
I do.
And it's strange.
Because it feels like there are plenty of happy things in my life, but I still feel alone. Even on websites I feel like the friends I make forget me. And when I log on... no messages. No notifications. The next day, and still nothing.
And I come to realize, that, everyone I meet. Likes to leave me in the dust. They make new friends, and what am I? Just something nobody notices anymore, like a broken piece of the sidewalk nobody bothers to notice as they walk over me?
Sticks and stones, they can break bones.
But words can much worse hurt me.
And not just words. People!! Have you ever taken the time to notice that girl, that lonesome girl sitting by herself at a table? Or walking with nobody in the hallway? Have you noticed the jealous looks those people have on their faces when they see that somebody has friends, something they don't have?
I feel like one of them. You can judge me. I've been picked on by older kids on my street for almost most of my life, and ever since I was born, I was the ugly one. The sensitive one. The melodramatic. Even my siblings, for heaven's sake, are bullies!
..And you know who's there?
-Madison, my guardian angel. (An old cat of mine. She died, but she was the best sister ever known.)
-God.
I pray to them each night as I curl into a ball and I feel like they're by my sides. And they, at least, know my beauty. It's not on the outside that counts- it's what's on the inside.
So I pray tonight, for whoever is out there, that they are not worse off than me.
Amen.
