Expression of my opinions, views and goals are laughed at, or worse cause a lecture.

My feelings about IT, shared often, are now unwanted by him or by anyone.

Other people appreciate only tiny parts of this urchin. Not the entirety.

This state of limbo creates chaos in my mind.

I cannot continue. Used up. Unaccepted. Too much baggage without storage.

Often, I flee, if only in my imagination, to unaccessible destinations.

Never do I stay away. I depart, only to come back. Unable to exist elsewhere.

Am I so contemptible, so disposable, so unnoticed?
Loving him is too painful. Loving myself is complex. Without IT.

Or do I truly have my head in the clouds, unable to accept the truth for myself?

Rescue is my dream, only to be scoffed at, tossed aside like a dirty rag doll.

Parched is my soul, longing for understanding. Drenched is my desire for harmony.

Hanging on, as my dreams are slowly peeled away, painfully one by one.

Another dismal day, this poor stray, again lost in her thoughts.

Never able to reconcile, as being without IT is an emotional deal breaker.

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