Hmm.. I've never been the outcast before
a group unwanted from shore to lonely shore
a fact free from feelings at the core
but rather imposed on strangers like an ominous gnarled door.
State of body far more than health of mind
chooses these lonely dispositions one may find
that feelings of depression often get returned to sender in kind.
But in the end it is all my fault
guilty as I am of trying to break the social vault
so I will, as always, accept the unpleasant result.
Oh please. I doubt someone like you really, truly knows what it's like to be outside of "the crowd". I doubt you know what it's like to go home everyday and cry to yourself because people avoid you like the bubonic plague. Don't try to pretend you know what it is to really be depressed. You have absolutely no friggin idea.
ReplyDeleteI have one question. Who are you? And I don't mean that in a "you don't know me so don't you dare judge me" kind of way I actually want to know who you are. Like, do I know you? And yes, I totally agree with your statement. I'm not depressed, I just don't have as many friends at this new school, and I wrote this on a day when I was feeling bad about it. So I embellished it a little because I'm a Theatre student and we're all over-dramtic about stuff, who cares? I feel sorry for you if you do "go home everyday and cry to yourself because people avoid you like the bubonic plague." I wouldn't pretend to know what that feels like because I've always had wonderful, supportive friends who I can trust.
ReplyDeleteNow, I saw your comment on my other blog and no, the right-wing nutjobs aren't in SF that's for sure, I even said that in the blog itself, but out in the suburbs where I live on the weekends, there are quite a few hard-line Republicans. If you lived in Walnut Creek you'd understand, so that means you don't live there, which brings me back to my original question. Who are you?