I feel broken, alien, different. In the past number of days I've seen wonderful, amazing women taken for granted, forgotten about, verbally spat upon, cheated on, and misunderstood. These things baffle me, and cause me confusion, frustration, and anger. These moments make me ashamed of my friends and ashamed of the world.
I feel strange, foreign, and lost in translation. In the past number of days I've seen wonderful, amazing women in love with people that don't deserve them. These things baffle me, and cause me loneliness, sadness, and lament. These moments make me question the minds of women and make me ashamed of the world.
I feel like I don't fit. I feel like my life is a child's toy. A toy with various shaped blocks and a large plastic box with holes corresponding in shape. In this field of blocks and plastic I am the only heart shaped block--and with no hole that matches, I desperately pound the fragile plastic trying to fit my heart shaped block into a square, or a hexagon.
In the land of hopeless romantics I am their king; and I wear the crown with sullen love.