November 28, 2009 - 6:39am — faunet
Sheba
No one accepts me my own family deserted me,
This dark abiss that is my life is hanging by a thread,
Can no one accept how i am?
Am i really so different from the rest?
They see my skin and my fur,my bone skull that is enough.
Taking time only to look and judge appearances they ignore or shy away.
They judge the outside and reject the heart within.
Rejection is always a slap in the face ahurtful one at that but with time one numbs.
You become so used to it you dont even flinch when you hear the other deer whispering.
You tend to stay away from them and go off alone.
Not neccesarily banished but not far from it.
