4 May 2012
I want to feel like I belong Not sure if this is right or wrong?
All day my head feels rushed. Too many thoughts collide. They are not worthwhile ones, They only say; I want to belong.
To your pack, your group, your club. I do not know of which it is. As always out I seem to be Not quite there Just over here Thinking why do I not belong?
What is wrong? I want to ask. I try to hard? I let too much slip? Too kind, too shy? No clues have I To why I don't belong.
For I've strived so hard And worked so long And sometimes almost grasped it. But then to find you've found another one, Or two or any. They all belong.
No one seems to see, There is no care. Not that I can register. Though sources say, There is some found, the book of face is all around. But I am not belonging.
The hurt, the tears, My loneliness is endless. While none of this appears to you. Whilst in your lovely locked up club. To which you all belong.
I'll start again. I know I can. My will is steely iron. Despite my tears and days lost , torn. My sense of self is my belonging. And I will struggle on.
To Belong? • Opuss № I