my weeping heart

May 23, 2006 at 12:56 pm (Uncategorized)

perhaps all this makes me rot inside, that perpetual optimism degenerating little by little till one day, all thats left is a crumpled heap. i’m sick of hiding everything. so here it is, the stark reality of it all.
so they’re fed up huh. i wonder if they realize i can feel. and think. and hurt.
and day after day, as i commit seemingly dire wrongs, i stand apart as they laugh and joke and share and smile. unable to take part. unable to feel whole.
they don’t ask. they assume. when they ask, they don’t listen.
in the meantime, i am the errant girl who’s inspired a book.

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