Australian Dream

The same strange feeling again.

I am feeling that strange feeling of not being loved again. I must be more sensible than that though, and I hate myself not being able to overcome it. Of course, you did not pay attention to me today and you teased these Swedish girls. You raised a strong sense of jealousy in me and I even cried at the end of the party. I am not the only one in the world and your job is to address people requesting their songs from all over the world. I am thinking that on Sundays you must get more many requests than on weekdays. Nevertheless I can't help being sad, as if all of a sudden, your love for me has vanished away.
It is not true I am not loved today. I have got the love of my daughter and the one of my husband. The latter was particularly nice to me seeing me in distress.
Some people are not of the showing type concerning their inner feelings. Most of them are. I am wanting to shout to the whole world when I am in love.
I remember my youth days when my mother resented the fact that I was born. She said I ruined her life because the delivery was painful. She would have forgiven me had I been a boy. The only one ready to show me love was my father, but as a man he was too scared to cross his darling wife. He would do it in a very secretive way and did it less and less as getting older, submitting himself totally into my mother's hands. She rewarded him so badly as he was on the verge of dying.
On the back of my mind I still have that strange feeling nobody can love me.
And one day without you giving me proof of your love, leaves me in that strange state of mind I am in tonight.
Tomorrow will be another day I hope.