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Sat waiting in the other room.
Why leave someone to send a message.
Confusion filling the mind.
Why feel like this? The hateful child like feeling of being excluded brought back from the playground.
No one wanted to play, they have their own friends their own private moments.
Some are more open than others privacy is a rare commodity nowadays.
Feels of guilt not wanting to invade others rise up, a desperate attempt to try and acknowledge and accept to alleviate the pain fail.
But where does that leave me?

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