Poetry on feeling all alone in this world
I hate it. Today I realized what my gut told me once all over again. They hate me. What is wrong with me? The pain of being disapproved is ashy than the pain coming out of nothing. It is more like the smell after a fire. As if you are inhaling the
deep ashes of the leftovers. I knew it! I always knew it deep down…and it was
my fault that I must feel this way! What makes me so different? So different in
a wrong way? Is it so hard to just…accept me? I know everyone has a first
impression of anyone; thus, why is the disapproval sunken so deep down into
their souls? I thought they were more like me…shades of different things. Thus,
I didn’t know that they were the exact opposite. You must be a certain way
to be accepted by the so-called “darkness” of terror! The worst thing is, that
they don’t care. Neither do my tears affect them. They wouldn’t even laugh, no,
they would smile when they would see me suffering. Because in their eyes, I am just
a little girl. But it isn’t that way. I am a little girl, who was eaten by a
monster. And in the end, that made all the difference. I don’t want to live
here anymore. Not now, after I have seen, the reality of truth. I know myself.
I will hope they will find me and give me love. But that will never happen! In
this world, you don’t have to have a strong soul, no…you must have a soul out
of stone to be accepted and to deserve the love of the other ones! What was that
I am sorry but…I am shocked. Speechless, even. I can’t progress the entirety of
it all. The house, on the hill, all alone. That is what I will aim for from now
on!