I am a rental flat. Where people come home to only when tired and has no other place to go. They don’t even call me home. I am just a place to spend the night, to soak the tiredness away from that body and to abandon by day.
I am a sun. That’s all I am. I give life that is taken for granted and blamed when the rebellious rain strikes. Too hot or too distant.
I am alone. And maybe that’s just how everyone is, too.
Used and useless.
When your feelings, your experiences and you become a minority. Honestly, nobody else cares.
And everyone thinks it is just your problem alone instead of asking how they can help or do better for you.
Because in the end, nobody cares about another person.
Always on the outside looking in.
The wrong gender. The wrong institution. The wrong crowd. The wrong behaviour. Wrong, wrong, wrong.