No physical touch,
No words of affirmation,
No special treatment,
Treated more like a friend,
Never mind.I suppose I'm not as special anymore,
I have every right to be upset,
I'm exhausted from pleading for affection,
Begging for love,
Never mind.Wounded,
Never mind.
Unwanted,
Never mind.
YOU ARE READING
My Monotonous Monologue
RandomHere are the monotonous monologues that continuously reverberate within the confines of his modest mind, offering a glimpse into the intricate web of thoughts that shape his literary world.