Opinions Of Others
Tears fall,all by themselves,
I try to hold them back,
but they won't be held.
They need to fall,
to keep me sane.
To keep me from caring,
about the things that were said,
by people that have no right.
They don't know me.
They base their opinion,
on nothing more,
than idle gossip.
They say these things,
without realizing,
just how much,
they really hurt me.
How much I hunger,
to fit in,
to have their approval.
To think that I,
would be no better,
than their group,
if I did fit in,
makes me glad,
that I am a misfit,
an outsider, an outcast.
Painful as it may be,
I believe being unusual,
may just surpass popularity.
In a sense because
you don't have to worry
about staying in the clique.
You aren't concerned,
when they say they don't like you.
You don't care about their opinion.
You have your own opinion of yourself.
Who needs the people,
who behind your back,
would tell your worst secrets,
simply because they were mad at you.
I believe I don't need them,
but it never quite stops hurting,
that they don't like me.
I have my own opinion,
but would like theirs also.
The people I know,
who do belong in the clique,
are stressed and moody,
dealing with gossip,
makes everyone mad.
Even the people who gossip the most,
are talked about sometime.
As they feel the embarrassment,
the shame and regret,
I have only one hope,
that they remember the next time,
that they open their mouth,
to say something bad,
about a friend or a foe,
just how it felt,
to be uncertain and not know,
why you are being talked about,
by the people who say they are your friends,
then turn around and make a fool of you.
Everyone laughs,
trust is lost,
and friendships die.
Making some people just want to die,
knowing they can't ever be the same,
as before they were hurt,
before the betrayal,
the rending of dreams and hopes,
for the future.
Thoughts of the past,
are all that remain,
taunting you,
until you no longer feel the pain.
Finally they fade,
to just a bitter memory,
not quite so tender to the touch of thought.
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