when your strange
faces come out of the rain
when your strange
no one remembers your name
when your strange
when your
...strange
that is how i feel most of the time
am i seen
listened to?
talked about?
with?
i just dont know. if i come back to my school for a reunoin
will i be remembered?
pityed?
i am so uncertain
how can i me in an room filled with "friends" and feel alone?
should i complain?
do i have anything to complain about?
am i just like the people i dispise?
and what about the people i riducule?
i cant sleep for hours at night
i worry
i cry
i laugh
i sing
...silence...
darkness
my fears creeping over the side of my bed
im scared, but no one to help me
i see hope
refuge.
the lord is my sheperd
i shall not want
beside restful waters he leads me
he gives me repose
...
my fears reside
i am now drosy
mmmhhhh...
rest. at last.
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