Answered Prayers

It's said, "Our prayers are answered...," and I believe it's true. At one time, all I wanted was being important to you. I remember so many times when I stayed home alone; I hoped you'd tire of "studying," so I sat by the phone. You never called for me to come to share events with you. At last, I gave up hoping. What else could I do? You seldom took me anywhere - and even when you did, I never seemed to "measure-up" to someone else you hid. I gradually began to realize the love within my heart Was not returned in full, but a small part of a part. And yet, I kept believing that someday you would find I was more than just a robot and you'd get to know my mind. I was merely the extension of an image in your head... A projection of your own thoughts. You never heard what I said. You told me what to think. You told me how to feel. When I declared it otherwise, you accepted no appeal. I gave up some pleasures. I denied myself of plans. In my attempts to please you, I even lied to friends. I prayed that you would love me. I prayed that you would change; But the things I had to offer you weren't wants within your range. You didn't want companionship. You didn't want my touch - Except at your convenience, and you didn't deem it much. So finally, it came to pass that one day I didn't care. One day it didn't bother me. I had nothing left to share. But now, my prayers are answered in some form of twisted fate. You finally care a lot for me. I'm sorry... It's just too late.                                   mMarch 1988 Written November 2nd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 04:03 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8