I’m tired, rejected, and all-out unworthy…
At least that’s what the voices want me to believe.
Problem is this…where are the human voices that tell me different?
I have plenty of friends that tell me the good things.
But there’s that one person, just one that I really need to hear it from.
Nothing, No matter how bad I feel.
It’s lost on them.
What, who, or where am I to them?
So the voices continue to penetrate whatever barriers I create.