8.21.2010

Pessimistic

My sins scribbled on my forehead
For the world to see;
Who could love me?

Every mistake I've made
Comes back to haunt me;
Who will accept me?

The poison of rejection has made me ill;
My past, a knife that has stabbed my heart.
I'm searching for acceptance

In a world that is against me;
How long until my search is over?
I'm worn out and tired

Of making futile attempts at finding a friend.
All I've ever hoped for,
Now thrown away.

The ugliness of rejection is all that shows.
Rejected, and this pencil and paper are all I have --
My only friends in a dark world of hurt and pain.

Uninvited,
And I can't take anymore.
The lonely tears I cry are ignored

By teasing laughter.
My life will be a secret,
Lived for only me to see.

This gloomy raincloud of regret hovers over me,
And all I can do
Is write.


-Allison Gossage (2007)

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