Topic: Poem-12/2/08 | |
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12/2/08
I have allowed my social awkwardness to bleed into my friendships. I am no longer comfortable around anyone. I feel constantly on the edge of society. Like a leper, no one can touch me. I feel like a prostitute that has already been used. It all comes from inside me; everyone treats me the way I should be treated. Partially alive I sit and wallow in my own grief. No one could ever understand the emotions inside me. Fear, regret, complete loneliness. Looked upon as a toy with chipped paint and no batteries. I am so broken they don't even play with me anymore. I'm in the pile of everything else left behind. They all move forward into marriage and relationshihps but I am so stuck here. I cannot communicate through my lips... Only with my body. My message is so unclear that even I cannot understand myself anymore. I was always my biggest critic. I can now allow them to take over. Just take over so I don't have to see what I really am. |
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You are who you are, if you are comfortable being who you are, then all the better...
I like your words... |
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Thankyou.... This should be titled THE MIND OF A SLUT.... Of any girl who ever got pinholed as the "slutty girl".
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