Mar 2016
Most of my life I have been what every one wanted me to be.
I have been kind to many people. Sometimes too kind.
Other people in my life sit and talk with me about why do I do that when they just **** on me. It's the right thing to do...so I was taught.
A lot of people in my life don't understand me (hell I don't understand me). They get upset because they think I am bein used. Maybe so. But isn't that my choice if I choose to go back over and over again.?
I feel invisible when I do what everyone wants me to do. Yet when I do something that is kind hearted they all of the sudden see me just to stop by and say hey you do realize that your getting used or why do you have to get involved or my favorite don't those kids have parents. Why is helping someone such a bad thing?
Okay... Back to bein invisible!!!!
No one sees me, no one hears me, I wonder if they even care that I'm sitting and crying inside, that I'm sitting here hurting inside. That I'm sitting wondering what is so wrong with me.
You see I know what it like to be so down and out and no one there to listen to help to just see. So if I can help someone else out, see someone when they are hurting or just even listen to the tears pouring down there face then YES that is what I am going to do. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Yes I try very hard to treat others like I wanted to be treated. Life *****! Parents forget what it's like at that age. Friends they become convenient friends only around when they want something. Life and people are not perfect. Some times humans have pain. Pain that we don't see. The pain is invisible. So when I see someone that needs help I am there.
Yet when I do Help I feel so invisible to the other people around me. My feelings are invisible to them. I slowly become invisible. Then when I stop at what makes me happy I still sometimes feel invisible.
They talk about how people use me to get what they want, others can't understand why I allow people to manipulate me. How can I be so blind to what they are doing. Well my opinion is if you really think that I am that blinded that I don't see a twenty something person manipulating me then you are the one blinded.
My opinion doesn't matter I'm invisible.
Some days I really do think they all would be better off without me.
Oh wait I'm invisible it doesn't matter!
I have been kind to many people. Sometimes too kind.
Other people in my life sit and talk with me about why do I do that when they just **** on me. It's the right thing to do...so I was taught.
A lot of people in my life don't understand me (hell I don't understand me). They get upset because they think I am bein used. Maybe so. But isn't that my choice if I choose to go back over and over again.?
I feel invisible when I do what everyone wants me to do. Yet when I do something that is kind hearted they all of the sudden see me just to stop by and say hey you do realize that your getting used or why do you have to get involved or my favorite don't those kids have parents. Why is helping someone such a bad thing?
Okay... Back to bein invisible!!!!
No one sees me, no one hears me, I wonder if they even care that I'm sitting and crying inside, that I'm sitting here hurting inside. That I'm sitting wondering what is so wrong with me.
You see I know what it like to be so down and out and no one there to listen to help to just see. So if I can help someone else out, see someone when they are hurting or just even listen to the tears pouring down there face then YES that is what I am going to do. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Yes I try very hard to treat others like I wanted to be treated. Life *****! Parents forget what it's like at that age. Friends they become convenient friends only around when they want something. Life and people are not perfect. Some times humans have pain. Pain that we don't see. The pain is invisible. So when I see someone that needs help I am there.
Yet when I do Help I feel so invisible to the other people around me. My feelings are invisible to them. I slowly become invisible. Then when I stop at what makes me happy I still sometimes feel invisible.
They talk about how people use me to get what they want, others can't understand why I allow people to manipulate me. How can I be so blind to what they are doing. Well my opinion is if you really think that I am that blinded that I don't see a twenty something person manipulating me then you are the one blinded.
My opinion doesn't matter I'm invisible.
Some days I really do think they all would be better off without me.
Oh wait I'm invisible it doesn't matter!
