They stare.
They talk.
They even glare.
But what bothers me the most, is that I am aware.
The hatred.
The comments.
The words...
I just can't take it anymore.
I want to fly away like all of the birds.
But I can't.
I have to stand my ground.
Fight my battles.
Ignore the sound.
After all,
They're just words.
The words.
The comments.
The stares...
It all reminds me that no one cares.
Can't you see?
I'm not okay.
Because my thoughts remind me that I am not pleased with myself.
Have you ever felt the weight of an unspoken word?
Because I sure have.
The word “Why” can mean a lot of things…
But for me, it means Why do I feel this way?
I am the forgotten dead.
I have no friends and no roof over my head.
I am the forgotten girl that you only hear about in stories and books.
Comments
I know how you feel and I can relate to that feeling of knowing that people don't like you. Be strong!
Thanks!
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