~*~ Unchosen ~*~

Where did this strange desire come from?
The dusty book falls from a shelf
And the pages fly open.
Alone ... Lonely ... Unchosen.

What is this empty place inside us all,
That needs recognition ... accepetance,
That needs to be wanted.

That empty feeling so deep inside,
The ache of wanting to be someone
More than just no one.

The purpose of life seems ambiguous.
We want ... and don't want,
Need ... and don't need.
I am in a haze of conflicted feelings.

This thing that somehow
Has become important to me
Has opened my book of memories
To that lonely unchosen child.

That hole inside ... That empty one
That we cannot fill.
It must be filled by others.
Why can't we Know how special we are?

Choose me ... Choose me.
I am not a wastoid.
I search for approval.
Can I now do this myself?

Choose me ... Choose me.
I have learned. Have I learned?
I am ... Not ... Ordinary.
I am special.
If I know it , maybe you will too.

Sazzy Oh 9/20/09