twisted reality...
I often wonder
what it must be like for people to know me, how much can they take
before they’ve had enough of me and send me back - rejected again. While
they’re moving on to more intriguing people with less complicated lives;
or at least people with better ways to handle things that bother them.
On to someone new,someone not so messed up,someone who wont bother
trying to explain the complicated parts of their lives while hoping for
the best. Someone that wont say a word unless asked ad even then
they’ll give you the answer hey know you want to hear -they won’t start
what they cant finish. On to someone with more grace, more love, more
life in their eyes. Someone who won’t complain as their life slowly,
but surely falls apart-though it keeps them up at night. Someone who’s
consistent - they won’t let you down. I wonder how long until you run
out of sympathy, and we drift apart as spaces between awkward silences
get bigger. How long until I’m rejected by all who know me. What’s
worse than the rejection is the fear of being forgotten. Is there
anything worth while that I’ve done to be remembered, as people come
and go in my life I wonder -its there anything about me worth
remembering. Is there anything they’d miss?