It's the interest taken to find out who I am... By an other that finds the curiosity a week with damn... As so many never did beneath the surface due to they're to worried about themselves... N that has never done anything for me but left some n feeling I'm unable be felt... Finding convo wanna know who it is I hide from this world... As the same goes in return bcuz I'm not afraid to penetrate the mind to get to the goods that sperate women from girls... But no one has ever reasoned with the individual within me... They're eyes land upon me n they forget I'm as real as standing before them in reality... With the feeling of u don't know me n u prolly never will... All bcuz they jus want someone to cater to who they are to feed their selfish thrill... Or the fact of the matter that I'm jus not others so they simple cannot relate... Rotating into the back their minds as jus another face... For it's I that rambles of words that find no true need in anyone looking to enjoy me as me... Always having to give more to others than I ever receive... Sitting alone most of the time wondering will anyone find me attractive without the sexual appeal I carry on my exterior shell... Truly accepted the way I've looked into a few that didn't notice the intent of a friend who fell... Seems I'm not for jus anyone wanting to figure out what makes me tick... At least there's not a single person willing to keep me close in the way I exist... So I jus do me n watch them come n go... To into their own creation within their needs leaving me with yet the plunge of a gaping hole... It's hard to find them when they can only see self made standards wanting others to do what they cannot... I'd rather not feed in to feel my own desires rot...
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