There's a new wind blowing like I've never known;
I'm breathing deeper than I've ever done before.
And it sure feels good to finally feel the way I do.
I want to love somebody, somebody like you.
I'm letting go of all my lonely yesterdays,
And forgiving myself all those mistakes I made.
And now the only thing I want to do
Is love somebody like you.
I used to run in circles going nowhere fast,
I'd take one step forward and two steps back.
I couldn't walk in a straight line even if I tried.
But now, I want to love somebody,
I want to love somebody like you.
This is what I honestly think:
That I am ugly. That I am a horrible person. That I am so unattractive people can't even bear to look at me.
That he left because he hated me, because he couldn't stand me anymore, that he wasn't attracted to me, that he thinks I'm ugly.
This what I'm afraid of:
That I will always be ugly, that I will only get more so. That I will always be alone, that my fear will keep me shackled to one place my entire life. That I will end up raising an army of cats.
That I will be a mad smelly cat lady and small children will be afraid of me.
I do not understand why he does not love me. I can't comprehend it.
I don't understand why noone is attracted to me. Am I smelly already?
1 comment:
Men are misguided fools that
(when provoked in a certain manner mind you) can either be
billient or idiotic.
A brain to most guys is about equilvent to a bar of soap to a pig, all in all it does not care to get dirty, and most overlook the beuity that lays under the skin.
Why be like this? Many a reason, we are thought that way, we are brought up that way, and we do not know a better way.
Ugly is defined only on the level that the 3rd eye does not see. Fear not, becuase once you find a guy that has the 3rd eye open wide and bright, to see through the muck of the makeup, to pugent odor of the perfume, the hypnopic attraction of breasts and butts (that are just meaningless bubbles to block the beuity that beholds the soul down below). We will all become a better person.
Men just need some help, give them a chance and they will change to see the true rose without those thorns bothering them.
Poem I wrote a while back, may be of some help for you.
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