
I'm invisible when I'm left alone and no one needs me. The pain of rejection hurts deep in my heart. I always come around to handle it and I walk away about to cry. It helps to take a deep breath but not completely. I just feel alone and empty. I guess I can call it karma because I like the power rejection gives me against people.
Wrapped up in my big, black, warm blanket, my stomach settles in its position. When I think of the problem my stomach flipps again. As I try to convince myself that the world is turning slowly, my stomach settles down and the colors brighten up. That feeling was the first time I felt of rejection.
My mind is just thinking of what would happen if the truth was spoken first before the excuses.



