I’ve never been wanted. Even when I was invited to come in. At first, I’m welcomed with open arms. Everyone wants to receive me and all that I have to offer. Then, it’s too much to handle. I become too much. Always too much.
Pretty soon everyone starts to avoid me. Ignore my presence in the room. Some act as if I don’t exist at all. But I do. I am. Some try to sweep me under a rug or hide me in a closet. But somehow, I always escape. Always. No one likes it when I do that.
It’s tough being me. My presence makes those around me uncomfortable, sometimes edgy, rude or belligerent. Why ask me over if you don’t want me here? But I’m here now, and I always will be. In one form or another, I will always be here. Accept me, deny I exist, but you cannot get rid of me. For I am Truth.
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