I am used to rejection
People tune out to me.
Ignore me.
Not wanting to be around me.
Disparate from childhood
Bookworm
Isolated
Happy in my world.
Different is not easy
Reaching out impossible
Withdrawal is safer
The world is a scary place.
Hesitant of others,
Wary of intention
Content on the edge
Those words ever present.
Imagine my shock at hearing you say
You care; you take me as I am,
You engage with my words
You listen to my opinions.
I half expect you to yell at me
Be angry as my sense of humour
Not everyone gets
Nor reacts like you.
You are opening my mind
A new world of acceptance
Dare I say love? Compassion?
You mean so much to me.
Morpethroad 
Sounds like whoever it is has had it rough, but things are looking up. It’s not good to be rejected……
Thanks Jackie never is leaves you dejected, and you can only go up from there.
This filled with honest and painful emotions. Excellent metaphors.
Thanks so much Kim. That’s a lovely comment. I hope you are doing well today.
Yes I’m. Getting ready to go to bed 🙂
Have a good sleep. 11.30am here tomorrow!
I know 🙂 it’s almost 10 pm. You have a great day.
Thanks I am.
Ahhh, yes, I understand. It never dawns on people that they completely disregard your feelings even when you’re part of a group – that feeling of being invisible… ~sigh~
Hello Lyn, lovely to see you again. You are well? Thank you for your comment. Yes it is like that alright.
How nice is it to be accepted for who you are after feeling dejected. Don’t withdraw, I’m sure help is on it’s way.
Thank you Jenny. It would be good to think so.
welcome 🙂
I really felt this one.
Thank you based on a reality it was. Thank you RoSy for your comment.
Wow. Can I ever relate to this … painful. But to finally find that acceptance – so sweet!! 🙂
Great writing here.
Thanks Jen, I appreciate your comment. You are very kind.
The words “content on the edge” really struck me. So much safer – easier – to keep one’s distance and accept it as the status quo.
Again, this is excellent writing. 🙂
Thank you Jen, I think so many people fit onto the edge of contentment never daring to step either side.