I wanna ask Allah Almighty - who is up there - and everywhere - why am I never good enough?
Always the comparison. Always the compared. I feel walls and free spaces crushing me. Grow. Grow. Grow. Why do I need to grow the way others do?
Even if I am flawed can I not be loved for me - my sake? Even if I'm untidy, childish and socially challenged do I need to change? Be someone else?
I hate the way I am looked at.
I hate the way I am always in adequate.
I hate me - period.
I hate the way I am always in adequate.
I hate me - period.
I hate that I was invented.
These are my sad feelings. They are quite me in the true. Why did Allah Almighty invent me to hear the words "They are this why are you not like that..." or "She's stupid..." or "She's so freaking weird...."
The world has shunned me.
Maybe....I should shun the world....?
What do I do....?
3 comments:
Nice post:)
honest questions, it seems if you knew all the answers then there would be no point in experiencing life no? instead of the pain, i see all the wonderful lessons you'll learn while answering your own questions. keep your head up, as you've always told me :)
Thank-you Angela - Pain is a good teacher as well as pleasure.
I guess sometimes however we try we forget it because emotions speak louder in the surface. Like oceans we can't submerge easily all the time ^_^ *gives BIG BEAR HUG To Angela*
Thank you Tushi - you are very sweet ^_^
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