Tattered Posted September 3, 2003 Report Posted September 3, 2003 (edited) I am too caught up to be a good friend I am just used to people's jealousy Don't like when the attention comes to an end I am acustomed to everyone coming to me It's a selfish thing, It's no way to live. I know it's all about me It's sort of like a dependancy But deep in the corners of my heart There's a great lack of what I need May seem like pride when I start The truth is that I am insecure I've always been the youngest around The truth is that I feel quite inferior Feel I have to prove myself and stand my ground I have always felt like a wise eldery Forced to live my life Trapped in a young person's body Although that seems alright Truly it is beauty's curse To never quite find your space Pains of rejection really hurt When you realize you fit no place Edited September 3, 2003 by Tattered
Peredhil Posted September 3, 2003 Report Posted September 3, 2003 You realize of course, only the intelligent can suffer all the nuances of rainbow pain. Without the ability to perceive, there is a binary state - pain or no pain. When you're smart, you can be truly broken in so many ways - some of which are done inadvertantly by the unwitting who can't even see or understand why you've been hurt (because they wouldn't be). Peredhil, realizing he's in one of his rare curmudgeon moods, falls silent. Hugs instead
Ayshela Posted October 28, 2003 Report Posted October 28, 2003 i do remember reading this as it passed by before and i still feel guilty for having said nothing.. and even yet, the awed amazement at seeing someone else put that deep need to prove yourself into such elegantly honest words.. i find i really have nothing to say because the primary response is to sit nodding in astonished recognition.
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