Unloved One
By bdgrey
Solitude is My Friend. People I have learned to fear. Rejection is what I'm good at. Succeeding...HAH!...I forbid it. Passion dwells within me. A dormant volcano ready to shock the world. Drifting to the brink of insanity. Writing. Ah...what a therapy. No one to help drive me. Plenty to keep me down. A hideous beast with the heart of Christ. No one really knows me or my potential. I hardly know a father. I don't think my mother wants me either. My only salvation is a movie, but that only lasts a few moments, then welcome back, reality, you cruel world. I neither care for nor want and easy way out. Drugs,...hint, hint...or suicide,....wink, wink. What can I do about it? Prove them all wrong. My day will come, and when it does, I think I'll have another, and then another, until I'm satisfied. But until then, I shall become the loved one in his heart. Solitude will I face no more. So long pessismism. Hello whatever awaits. I always have tomorrow and the rest... of my life. And if that doesn't work, then I have all eternity. Bryan.I wrote this 6 years ago. I really don't remember how I was feeling at the time. Just a little look at my past. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 03:59 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Solitude is My Friend...."