An Apology

by qwerty   May 27, 2007


I thought I knew what real pain was.

I had a naive hope that others would notice how much I hurt inside, and when they didn't, I thought it was because no one cared about me and I slipped further into my own self pity, when really, it was because everyone else knew that I wasn't in pain.

Everyone, that is, except me. I'm sorry for pretending and defending how I felt, when there are so many others who need the comfort that I was taking for granted.

For they want to feel needed,
And they need to feel wanted.

Everyone needs to feel wanted.
Remember that or they will be lost.

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