Little Writings From A Little Person

To Belong And Be Wanted

I don't fit in.
I'm no one's first choice.
I stick out like a black sheep amid an ocean of white ones.
I'm the one sitting out, for I was the oddball.

Why must I be so strange?
Why can't I seem to be "normal?"

I was always told as a young girl that being different and unique was a good thing.

I was told wrong.

How I would give anything to feel in place with a group of people who actually care about me and my well being.

I hate being different.
I hate it so much.

Feeling like I was ever accepted into anything is a foreign subject; unknown to me.

"I love you."

Shut up.
No you don't.

"You're always welcome."

Hahaha...sure.

"Stop feeling so bad."

Saying that works about as well as stabbing yourself in the gut and saying, "Stop bleeding."

"I'm here for you whenever you need me."

Really?
Then where are you now?

Don't lie to me.
I dislike liars strongly.

You don't give a single damn about me.

You wouldn't miss me if I left.

I mean nothing to you.

If you never cared, why didn't you ever tell me earlier?
The pain wouldn't be nearly as awful.

I'll keep standing alone.
I'll stay away from everyone so that I'm not a burden.