tarkis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- disposable people disposable - that can be thrown away after use. diposable people... we all know them.. you see them on the street.. they pass you by.. you take their smile .. it brightens your soul for a moment and they are forgotten.. they are the worker you say goodby to at 5:00 on Friday night not to be thought of again until Monday. they are the ones that stop their car and let you into traffic as they are not in a hurry to get anywhere.. no one is waiting for them. they are the ones not important enough to anyone they are the forgotten ones whose tears fill the night.. silent and alone. they are the ones watching life from the sidelines.. not invisible but just not really significant to anyone. they are the unloved ones for whom love never found them a mate. they are the ones you make excuses to when something better comes along. they are the ones that make you feel good about yourself.. so you can go out and enjoy life.... without them. they are the ones you use when you need them and never ask or really care what it is they need. and maybe you do ask, in a moment of humanity, but you don't want them to answer .. not really... because then you may feel guilty.. if but for a moment.. you have the answer to that ... we won't speak, you say.. manipulating because you know you have hurt them. how presumptious of them to have needs anyway... others needs are certainly more important. disposable people... temporary.. for the moment.. until the real person comes along. 2:47 a.m. - 2003-06-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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