Monday, December 28, 2009

I guess it's because my interior is so vulnerable, that I deflect, deny, argue. Because when I'm wrong, it hurts in places I never knew existed. When I get cut down, I break down. When my work is belittled, I start believing that I'm useless, too.

I'm sad that I have to look for appreciation and understanding from people who don't mean as much to me as you.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're not alone. This type of thing has been grieving me a lot lately.
May Allah help us. Ameen.

abdul said...

take comfort in the fact that it could always be worse!

Anonymous said...

Whose you? Like... me?

Honestly, I thought I was reading a poem for a second there. Deep thoughts girl, deep thoughts.

-Cushions

Nauman said...

Have faith, child, for salvation is near. :)

Asmaa said...

oh shut it.