Thursday, March 1, 1990

Endangered Species

Existing in solitude.
No one is there, open to devour my appropriated needs.
Guilt overwhelms me for ever needing anyone.
Repulsed is each person
Who decides to care about me.

Scared of putting myself on the line.
Endlessly searching for comfort and compassion.
Intuitively knowing that
Everyone would have to be sick to need or want me.

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