In the world
We can get
100 compliments
And the One
Criticism
Is what
Will
Blow the rest
Away.
I wish I knew
Why
This is so,
And pray
That
Someday,
I will know
How to
Unmake it,
How being
Unwanted
By one person
When I am adored
By many
Hurts so
Dang much.
But it does.
Sometimes
It is the one thing
We need to hear
Because others
Are too nice
To tell us
The truth,
And other times
It is simply
Just what
Is.
Just as
You can't help
Who you love.
The simple
Truth is
Sometimes
You can't help
Who you
Don't love
Either…
And
Right now
It's her.
It's the
Both of
Them.
To be
In a room
With all
Three of
Those
Who think
That making
Love to me
Is as unexciting
And disturbing
As can be
Makes me
Feel
Three times
As small,
No matter
How many
Others are
In the room
Who think
I'm beautiful,
To the contrary.
That all
Three admire
Me as a person
Seems to make
It all the worse,
To be
Unwanted.
I know
I am
A Beautiful
Soul.
I know
I am
Unwanted.
The tears
And sadness
The tears
And anger
Of it
Threaten
To rip
What beauty
I think
I have
From me
As the ugliness
That resides
In all the
Dark corners
Of even
The brightest
Souls…
Mine included.
I want to
Put on
The tough face
And play
The façade
That it
Doesn't hurt
To be rejected
By good
People,
Least of all
My friends…
But it does,
Because
No matter
My angelic spirit
My heart
Is still human,
And I think
Only time
Will heal
Being
Unwanted.
