Walking Wounded

So I recently finished this journal that I've been keeping for a year. It was my go-to place when I was bored at work or if I had too many thoughts swirling in my head. Lately the entries have been a little one directioned. That's off topic. Anyways. So today at work I didn't have that outlet. That's where this came from:

The one in the middle is just a copy of lyrics from Taylor Swift's "Invisible".

The far left one is my version of "Ten Things I Hate About You"
             

I hate the way you're smarter than me

I hate your perfect, blinding smile

I hate how you can make me laugh

I hate even more when you make me cry

I hate your wayward curly hair

I hate all your funny stories and pranks

I hate how great your family seems

I hate that you can sing

I hate your geeky interests

I have your passioned views

But most of all

I hate that you don't give a thought to what you'd hate about me

The far right one is just a poem. Now let me say here that I am not a poet. I do think of myself as a writer, but I've never been good at poems. 

Walking Wounded

You may see me on the corner

Or walking down the street

No doubt you've seen my open wound

Viewed every pulse and beat

The "walking wounded" we've been called

From whispers here and there

Taking pains we claim alone

Sometimes more than we can bare

Some call us pathetic

Others call us meek

Even you may have scoffed at us

Called us losers, called us weak

There are no provisions for the likes of us

No laws, no "civil rights"

Our wounds are of a different sort

Nothing helped by arguments or fights

We walking wounded have a quiet strength

Not always seen from below or from above

But we ceaselessly fight a ruthless foe

Called Unrequited Love.

From all this, I'm sure you can tell what's been on my mind. There's someone special out there who I can't help but think about, almost constantly. It's ridiculous and frustrating and I don't want it. But there it is. All I can do is hope that one day, my wound will heal, even if it leaves a scar.

And maybe, someday, someone will find this and it will help them through what I am feeling. 

Cheers