The Sentimental Ghost

amnesiaclizard

Do I agree with the others that hate me so much because I too hate myself, or do I hate myself only because I am loathed by others?

Why are all the relationships I make so short lived?  Is it worth the trouble finding new acquaintance's if they will all end up stabbing me in the back?

This anxiety which is a product of neglect has lead me to live a life full of friendships that are far too nomadic. 

The fear of losing a friend has trained me to cling harder, but the harder I cling, the faster the people flee.

Do I need to be told to get lost and kicked in the gut to finally get the closure I so desperately desire?

Perhaps the reason people resent me is because I ask so many questions like a clueless idiot.

is (nameless) the most toxic person to ever enter my life?

looking back, (nameless) was a living, breathing trap to my emotions, reeling me in with kindness and charm, only to suffocate me with bitterness and neglect.

And why do I despise attention, yet crave it deeply?

The countless selfless acts I have done throughout my life have all been ignored.

Must I always be the one to ask about others' well being?  My Status is just too much of a burden for others to bear it seems.

For the convenience of the people around me, I should consider disappearing completely so there is one less nuisance to fret over.

It simply seems as though people really seem to enjoy ignoring me. 

 

  • Author: Lizard Man (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2017 17:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: throughout my entire life, my friendships have been profoundly sporadic. I am now a college student, unwilling to make new friends at my campus as the friends I once trusted at high school are now viciously intent on ignoring me.
  • Category: Gothic
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Comments1

  • dusk arising

    I think you are just going to have to face up to the words of Max Ehrmann in his piece 'Desiderata' - Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
    You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
    you have a right to be here.
    Or to put it another way - fk them, be yourself.

    • amnesiaclizard

      thank you, Dusk. I truly appreciate those words of wisdom! I do not intend on changing the person I am, although I do hope I can find others who will accept and encourage the person I am. Your response means a lot!



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