Blighted

As i cower, alone, in the darkness of my thoughts,
I begin my daily, silent cry.
I'm not worried anyone will wonder what's wrong with me.
Do they notice i'm here anyway?
Countless failed attempts for that feeling of being wanted,
weigh upon my being.
I see my skin as a curse.
If only i could transform into something other than ME.
Maybe then could i at least cry with company.

by itsme0405
posted on 01/26/2008