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Do you wish to see me?
Can you see me for me?
I am the non-existent
I am the invisible
The misunderstood...
Exiled by the world, and the population of the masses around me
I walk alone, not because I want to be, but because I was forced to be, as your eyes seek me out, but only for a short moment of time
Wishing the opposite sex would see the true heart of me, but refuses to notice the heart that I have
Only a woman true of heart that sees without eyes, shall gain my world, my heart, my understanding, my friendship, my companionship, my love, and my care as her reward of a lifetime
Yes, I am the average unwanted...
I am the walking dead that walks among you, but you do not choose to notice or see, because you do not wish to see, or notice
I am the one that is dead, as I am exiled to all the world around me
I hear the whispers in both the light and the darkness of shadows of people around me that plots, and wishes for me to be bound in chains of unhappiness, despair and loneliness without bound or without thought of consequences, or by morals, without care
Emotional chains of the beautiful masses and of the good-looking populace, that does not see me, but notices me at first glance, just before rejection occurs...
The chains of pain
The chains of true forced loneliness
The chains of hurt
The chains of hopelessness
The chains of emptiness...
I am the average unwanted to the world around me, I am a ghost
Nobody to love you...
If you want to love, love yourself
Nobody to care about you...
If you want somebody to care, care about yourself, or others around you
Nobody to think of you...
If you want or need someone to think about you, think of them, or that person of value and of true heart
Nobody to speak or have the feelings of you...
If you can feel or wish to not have feelings in return for that person as such
No, it is not self-pitty
No, it is not self-sorrow
No, it is not self-excuses
It's facts
It's honesty
It's truth
It's reality
I lived it
I experienced it
I shall remember it always for the rest of my days...
How can you move on, when you have never had anybody in your lifetime or nobody to move on with in your life, that will see you or give you notice and time?
How can you be patient or time to be loved, when nobody will give no time in return, to know you, to love you, or to give you unconditional love?
How can you forget the past, when memories is all you will ever have?
How can you cope or comfort yourself, if nobody will help comfort you, or to help you cope, without physical feeling?
My crime was to dare being born
My crime was to dare being average
My crime was to dare being different
Yes, I am the average unwanted...
Average, unwanted and forced into a life of lonlieness by design of others, and by their cruel thoughts of circumstances
Average, unwanted without choice based on the excuse of my cover or physical aspect that is differen't
Average, unwanted because the opposite sex decides this shall become my fate by choice in that persons eyes and mind
I am average
I am ordinary
I am unwanted
I am unchangeable
I am unloved
I am empty inside
I am incomplete
I am uncared for...
I am truly the average and unwanted
2007 © Dwayne Holloway
Dwayne Holloway
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