A blog of poetry and other writings.
Feels as if I am always wrong.
Always wrong.
But I am not, but I believe it.
Even though it is not true.
Is it because of my disability, my growing up, something else, or a combination of them?
I do not know.
I wish is did.
I just want to feel ok.
To feel that; to feel ok and believe it.
Why is that so hard to do?
I just want to believe in me.
That's all.
Boundaries are to protect oneself.
Yet I have so much problem setting them.
And that is ok.
What is important though is to learn to set them.
To make mistakes and. not beat myself up over them.
But to learn from the mistakes.
That way boundries can be set.
Then I will be happy;
living a life that makes me feel good inside.
Because of a boundary that I set for me.
Why, Why, Why?
Why, Why?
Why are you. never here?
Physically yes, but emotionally no.
Why, why, why?
Why, Why?
Why no affection?
I just want a hug, but none comes.
Why, why, why?
Why, Why?
Why are you so aloof?
You are there, but cannot be reached.
Why, Why, Why?
Why, Why?
Why do you keep me at arms length?
I watch, but you never teach me.
Why, why, why?
Why, why?
Why do you never reach out to me?
You are like a ghost to be seen, but not touched.
Why, Why, Why?
Why, why?
Why do my feelings get ignored?
I want you here, but you can never be.
Why, why, why?
Where are you?
I am little and alone
You are there, but not.
I want you here.
You remain aloof.
I am lonely.
You are never there.
I grow up feeling bad.
You are satisfied.
