How I Feel

I feel like a useless mass of tissue. A life which I once thought to independent. Was in reality at the mercy of everyone. Who have thought to be afraid of me. In one form or another. What good is it for me, to go through a life that I have had. There is nothing for me in my future years. Except more of what was in my past. I didn't want to grow old alone. Rather to share what what is mine. But the only thing I have to share. Is more of the same from my past. There will be no one that would want any part of me. I see that now. I also see a very lonely future for myself.
Am I feeling sorry for myself. I haven't in my past. So why start now.
My future holds nothing for me.

My thoughts on myself.
Sheilah Say