Wrong wrong wrong, it's yr misfortune that sweetens my song
Friday, August 8th, 2014 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erikaHow ludicrous my problems seem, when I'm welcome in so many homes. When my arrival is greeted with a smile, even for those who have been tasked to deal with reality of bank accounts and airplane fares.
How small my mistrust. To appear necessary and unneeding.
How disdainful, my view of the future. How petty and unrewarding, to link every bad event together like the universe truly conspires against me.
How self indulgent my misery. It's almost sweet, the way I stubbornly cling, like a child to a toy.
I cannot deny how very loved I am, however strange I find it to see.
How small my mistrust. To appear necessary and unneeding.
How disdainful, my view of the future. How petty and unrewarding, to link every bad event together like the universe truly conspires against me.
How self indulgent my misery. It's almost sweet, the way I stubbornly cling, like a child to a toy.
I cannot deny how very loved I am, however strange I find it to see.
