I Need No One

Those so-called people we call "friends." I'm perfectly happy being alone. They make me feel so unwanted. Useless... I've never really had anyone show me that I'm needed. Those damn people - they make life so hurtful. I want them to stay out of my business. A little bit of privacy please... My own little space of light Or maybe a dark corner as I am so often forced into Or a field of dreams, acting like the Grim Reaper, thrashing their hopes and fantasies like they've done to me. An ongoing battle of cruel words... Knowing they will never treat me like everyone else. Seeing them all so happy is disgusting. I cringe thinking that they will succeed in their lives and laugh at their disappointment. Alone... I voluntarily dive solely into the misunderstood of the world. I pick myself up off the floor time and time again only to be stronger. The voice inside my head tells me that I have nothing to fear, but I need to get away... To go where no one will judge me and make me feel like the black cat, the black sheep, the black underworld where no one wants to be...     ...the loner...the true person inside will never be revealed...                   a masked, beautiful undying rose. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 11:00 AM PST   0 • 9