The loneliness that ensconces me when I walk... the bubble that’s surrounding me with vacuum-like sound...
Droplets cold as ice pelt onto my face, covering the screen that has become my eyes with a crystallised design.
My footsteps echo about me, the wind howls flipping the huge silver loops on my earlobes.
I wonder...is it just me that feels this isolation?
Surely...look...everyone around me has company. I see that...and it’s just me that walks alone...
Why do I feel so wrong? Why am I so different?
Acceptance; I no longer look for, nor do I yearn it, for it won’t come.
Belonging; another I’ve stopped expecting...
I know I’ll never be one of them... or one of you...
I’ve heard so many people say...wonder out loud... how I cannot be ‘labelled’ or ‘stereotyped’. Maybe that’s why I won’t fit in...
I only want to stop feeling this wrong. I like who I am. I may not be perfect... I may be a hot tempered, stubborn paradox. I may be quiet, shy and a bit of a recluse. I may be moody, over emotional, particular and a tad too straight-laced at times.
But that defines who I am.
I don’t want to become something else just to be ‘accepted’! Mayhap, that impertinence on my part makes me so hateable. Yes, I know how a lot of people detest me... The looks they give... the way they talk when I turn around... I know...
I’ll be free one day...free of all of that... I guess it’s just high school...
And yeah, I know I said the same about this year at the end of last year... Heck, I’ve said it at the end of every year! Yeah, I’m a dreamer. So what? I’ll dream... And one day... the love I can give...and who I am inside... will show...
One day...
I’ll be free of the chains that hold me inside myself... my inhibitions...
One day...
I’ll feel right...
But in the meantime...
Tell me why...
I feel so wrong...
A coldness...
Like the freezing rain...
That’s soaking me...
Numbing me...
Tell me why...
I must be so...
~ random thoughts to myself...guess getting soaked in freezing rain wasn't much good for my head =P ~
4 comments:
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*shrugs*
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'sup, Andrew? [ehh]
die in a fucking fire. i wish you could understand how much i hate you.
why do u wish she could understand how much u hate her? plus, is this before or after she dies in a 'fucking fire'? additionally, is that better than regular fire? can we use it to cook stuff?
explain yourself. :)
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