Rejected.
I feel like I don't belong. I did at one point in time, but I don't anymore. It's not a new feeling. I'm well aquainted with feeling sidelined. I want to run away...far away...
I look up to heaven and tears fill my eyes. How much of me is real? Where's the line separating the real from whats pretend? I don't even know anymore...it's all a blur.
Yet there is One who will accept me no matter what...but the thought of that crushes me even more. I do not deserve it. I do not deserve the hand that grasps mine and picks me up every time I fall; but He stays, and will stay forevermore...even when I don't belong.
It's gonna rain.
posted by daenielle @ 2:16 AM
3 Comments:
Sush,
Thanks dear, but nothing much I can talk about at this point in time. Thanks for always being there though.
Trish,
I look forward to being where I belong.
its usually thought related, the feeling - as far as I can remember I've always felt the same way.
Perhaps we wish for others to think alike as us, but thats never the case..
Somehow the 'Oscar Wilde' quote I posted a couple of days back in my blog seems fitting for you - i know it felt fitting for me.
And I do hope that feeling is soon relinquished
Apocalyptic Seraph, it's nice to know that someone understands. Oh, and I like the Oscar Wilde quote.
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