Saturday, March 5, 2011

Where is my love song?

I was supposed to make someone fall in love with me. Songs were to have been written about me, recalling the torment of love not reciprocated.

I have been broken all my life. No one was attracted to my damage and nursed me back to health.

I have been artistic all my life. No one saw my dark side and was drawn closer.

I have been intelligent all my life. No one saw the beauty of the tortured genius trying to fit in.

It is no wonder I have been driven to this.


  1. Get out of my head. Very moving.

    Although, I hope that last line is hyperbolic.