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
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Yes, it is sad to feel left out, unwanted, unchosen. And it is curious why we need to be wanted, accepted, chosen by others. Why can't we stand on our own two feet and just be happy with who we are no matter what others think of us or how others behave toward us? We want to be noticed but not overwhelmed by others. We are confused about what exactly we want. Your poem brings these ideas out in wonderful metaphor.
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