Not Rejected, Just Unwanted...

jaimeleigh

Not rejected just unwanted yeah that was me...

The runt of the litter would spell it out perfectly...

Not rejected, just unwanted...

Something has broken wrong with me...

Not rejected just unwanted...

I felt it instantly...

Not rejected just unwanted...

What would you rather be...?

I don't think there's much difference in all honestly... 

The impact that either or has mentally & emotionally... 

Not rejected, just unwanted...

No one had a clue or knew how deeply the impact affected me...

Not rejected, just unwanted A well known fact everybody knew because of how she treated me...

Not rejected, just unwanted...

A little girl was to be her doom...

A boy she wanted so badly...

Not rejected, just unwanted...

No one had to tell that little girl...

I already knew...

& it hurt like hell...

Not rejected, just unwanted...

It took years to see, to learn that nothing was wrong with me...

To accept & understand how I came to be me...

Not rejected, just unwanted...

To never belong, left outside in the rain, all confusingly feelings every different day...

Innocence of being a Happy-go-lucky child taken away...

Not rejected, just unwanted...

An emptiness filled with darkness thinking that your to blame... 

Always feeling so much hurt & pain...

Not rejected, Just unwanted are both the same...

Yeah it's my parents that were to blame... 

Unwanted by mum resentful she felt about me...

All because daddy's little girl I become...

Jealous if you ask me...

Rejected by my dad after I went into care, Embarrassed & ashamed he become...

No longer was I daddy's little girl... 

I became the family shame... 

The daughter from hell... 

Rejected & unwanted that was my name... 

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  • Dahlia

    this well penned poem is sad, but it does happen, and it is a good thing to write about all life offers us, the good the bad and everything in between, enjoyed through and through, keep writing ✍
    Dahlia

    • jaimeleigh

      Thank you so much...x

    • L. B. Mek

      if I was a teacher
      every morning, I would make my class
      repeat, this mantra
      from Nursery to University
      'it ok, if those we choose
      don't
      choose us, or like us
      what's more, important
      is that we understand
      like we choose them, someone
      eventually, will choose us
      and even then, it may
      be us
      that won't choose them, in return
      or even like them
      the trick
      is accepting, that it's ok
      to be on either side
      of that, coin flip of chance
      it ok, for us
      to not, be ok
      it's only
      not ok, to give up
      on ourselves...!'

    • jaimeleigh

      Thats very true & lovely... Thank you...x



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