lonely in a room full of people.
It is not the kind of loneliness that can be taken away by people being around you, but one where people acknowledge you.
I'm so used to being invisible and ignored but now, I realise what is actually wrong with me?
why do people never understand me?
am I not a good person?
am I bad for trying to be nice to people as much as I can?
it's such a mystery for me.
I hope one day, I can understand myself.
but before that, I need to learn how to love myself because all I see when I look at me,
is I'm a mess.
an unredeemable mistake.
YOU ARE READING
bittersweet amour.
Poetry"personification of beauty. master of deception. queen of heartbreak. ruler of my heart." ------------------ #1 in sonnet. June 17th, 2018. #33 in poetry. June 23rd, 2018.
