I am at peace
yet
I have fits of rage
stay calm
but what of the resentment?
I dwell on the egocentricity of my loneliness
trying to accept that
the world is not plotting against
my instincts
my ways
i am not that important
(few are in the eyes of the world)
Rejection carves a bigger hole than normal
in a mind and heart as mine,
born into vulnerability as a product of my starts
raised in conspiracy and loathing
matured with misguided uncertainty
I am sure this feeling will pass
They all come and go
as long as I keep hope, right?
Right?
af
(written with pen on paper)
Right! Sometimes with work, though. Hang in there, bud. We love you!