I don't have friends...
It's easier that way...
Knowing that you're alone is so much easier than hoping you're not...
Bc when you start opening up and caring...
You end up expecting ppl to care for YOU in return...
To care as much as you end up caring...
Heart on your sleeve, wide open, and exposed.
I am a friend to anyone who is need of one.
But I can't have friends.
The pain of wanting and needing someone to care and understand is...too much to ask...
I haven't found anyone devoted me, friendwise, the way I am to each and every person who considers me at least an aqatence.
I say that I don't have heart...but it's quite the opposite.
It's not that I care too much...I don't. That is a cliche.
I just wish, another human being would care, how I care about them...in return.
That's all I ask.
For a little devotion.
Because I feel like loyal dog that has no friend that can look me in the eyes and say they'll be there for me, no matter what...
All I have is ppl who will give me a little attention as long as I'm new or interesting to them.
After the newness has worn off...I'm nothing more than a person "they know".
Or I'm the therapy dog, that's only taken out of her kennel when someone needs me to be there as support...
This may be news to you, but I'm human too.
A monster of one...but human none the less....
written by Veronica Taryanik
1/4/17
YOU ARE READING
Beauty In a Monster
PoetryThis selection of poems is going to be about what people usually don't see because society chooses to look only on the outside.
