SHUNNED

Some days are lonely and ignored
I'm treated how I've treated others
Wanting just to end the day
And also end the neglect

Tired
Hard to even try
Feeling if I did
The effort would surely die

Just looking forward into the future
For the present can't satisfy
Will tomorrow be better?

The days have good
The days have bad
I silently feed them all
But I know now how others feel
When rejection takes it's toll

Looking back, was I ignored?
Or was I just a bore?
What's worse than sharing misery around?
A less enjoyable act I have not found

Why would one want to talk to me
When I feel this way
I'll bring the rest all down
Tell me to go away
And then at least
I'll know


20/11/97