Dec 2012
I am second best
That face you see when you want to
I condone this
Because I have to
A ghost in the halls
Transparent and iridescent
Noticed when convenient
Open mouthed and silent
Words do not alter my position
I fear they send me deeper into this state
Is it bad that I accept it?
And I the one who digs deeper instead?
I dig deep into the fur of isolation
I'm close to it, within my reach
Nestling into the in-between
The turning point
That face you see when you want to
I condone this
Because I have to
A ghost in the halls
Transparent and iridescent
Noticed when convenient
Open mouthed and silent
Words do not alter my position
I fear they send me deeper into this state
Is it bad that I accept it?
And I the one who digs deeper instead?
I dig deep into the fur of isolation
I'm close to it, within my reach
Nestling into the in-between
The turning point
Written in September of 2010. I was depressed and I had been so for almost a year. I had one friend. I tried to be kind to everyone in hopes of making friends, and that just led to me being walked all over and being ignored until needed. It had been a year, and I couldn't bring myself to change who I was because it was just so **** scary to admit that I needed help and companions. Eventually, that one friend helped me do just that.
