Waiting Inside...no child shall endure loneliness, it will scar for life...
I protest my isolation but protest is a mark of my defeat, even as I write. Being a victim, I am an accuser. Being human, others feel my fallen weight upon their thoughts and are oppressed - - as I am, their guilt unlike mine and unrelated and without hope in it of change for me. Guilty, my... Sign in to see full entry.