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...
- Author: JaimeLeigh m=Mead (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 28th, 2022 19:19
- Category: Family
- Views: 10
- Users favorite of this poem: Dahlia, L. B. Mek
Comments3
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
Thank you so much...x
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...!'
Thats very true & lovely... Thank you...x
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