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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