Psalms of Olúwalónimí

Until i am bereft of previous perception And learn anew, Until i can see these things And pictures pop up when i try to use them Until it moves from my spirit and my mind sees it, And my life speaks it And i become it... I know nothing!

Today is one of such... When I feel like a size of a mole Unloved.. Not deserving... I feel like i lack all the care and benefits of being a child. Even here some are considered more important; Their whimper sounds louder than my wailing. And their laughter overshadows my noisy silence.. I Feel like I'm trying too hard to be seen and heard To be loved.. Nothing i do seems​ right. I'm odd.. Just odd. And if all these is mere feelings, can i atleast be human?