Surroundings

I am stuck here. In the world of pain, misery and people without sense of humor and of course the sense of being open to knew things. New, creativity, passion has no place with this society. I am talking about society that is around me. The society who is killing me slowly but I have to say softly. Nothing gives me more fear to be like everybody else. To be no one. They all ready said that to me. It tricked me in and it's hard to get out. Not a lot of people can do it. But it's my fault two because I have gently accepted it. Stupid me, and my believe in a world that can listen and respond to the words of a man, who doesn't want anything else but a person who believes in him.
Every time I try to do something, to talk to someone a get a negative respond or not even a respond. Which is worse? I admit I am social retired. That doesn't mean that you should ignore me. At lease say no or what ever. Just say something. I hate silence. But silent I am. Silent is who I become. It has grown on me. And that is just because nobody is willing to listen. Hey I am here to listen. I always been and people came to me. Where is my time? When do I become the talker and you the listener. I am tired of trying.

I accepted this role that society gave me. But only for a short period of time. I have plans that will happen eventually. And when I am gone. You all going to miss me, you all going to be jealous. Because that is what you do. You ignore and when it's gone you miss it and you want it back.
I will still try to blend in, but my goals are bigger and better.
I don't wont to feel like this, but you didn't give me any choice. You all ready don't know what you have. You have some one who cares.



Mike W.