They say tough times don’t last but tough people do…. Sometimes I wonder well just how tough am I? I’m pretty strong physically I suppose… but what about my heart that I can’t seem to get off my sleeve?

What about my soul that I can’t seem to release.

My soul, my heart with the Great Wall built around it.

The hurt the pain of all the yesterday’s and today’s… The love that I give that just sits empty and afraid… the kindness that goes unnoticed everywhere, the book that never gets read past chapter one… the feeling of none caring to take the time to see that I’m here… and I feel…. and I… bleed…..

I feel, I see, I see the way you look at me, or don’t see me at all. Do you know what it feels like to not be missed at all, to never come first, to hurt everyday when you love so much. Just because you’re different it shouldn’t be as such.

Loving has to be my absolute favorite thing to do, even if it’s to you; yes the one who sends not-well-wishes, or never even reached out a hand to me. I love, and I love, and I love that what I do, but this love sure has taught me that’s not what others have to do.

I cry and I pray and I call out to the Universe to take it all away… the pain of the rejection, the never measuring up… the pain of the thought I’ll never be seen, or enough. I’ll never be loved truly loved… not by anyone here, not while everyone is filled with so much fear. Fear of being different, fear of being unique. Oh why must we continually hate and critique? We’re all having a human experience isn’t it true? Just love me, and let me love you.