I can see it in your eyes I am not welcome.
Those little looks you give your friends,
Every eye roll you take when I speak,
The small judgemental glances.
I can hear it in you voice I am not welcome.
It's the way you ignore me when I speak,
The way you talk to everyone else but me,
That horrible judgemental laugh.
I can feel it in myself I am not welcome.
It's the uncomfortable sensation in my gut,
My itchy prickling watery eyes,
The slowly sinking drowning feeling of exclusion.
Irrelevant.
A Scrape.
Annoying.
Boring.
I know that those words mean I am not welcome.
'I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full, my body loved, and my souls understood' Melissa Cox
AN: a while ago there was a clip of Emma Watson talking about the feeling you get when your unwelcome somewhere or excluded and it's such a nasty painful feeling and I was reminded of that clip today so I though I'd write this
YOU ARE READING
Drowning in oblivion
PuisiPoems on mental health. I'm going to use this book to write my poems and mostly I write about mental health problems. I'll write a description explaining what their on at the bottom so you don't have to try and work it out if you don't want to. I'm...
