City of Struggling
Weakness
Why did you come?
Why did you come?

You know that I used to be a good and normal person but you have to crack me up again. How long does it take for me to assemble myself from broken glass into a shape? But you.  It's only been a few seconds and that glass is still not sure enough to break again. So what do I do next? I used to be nice to you, but now I'm not. Everyone will say I'm retarded.  Or is there a hint that some people don't speak, but with his eyes looking at me, I can tell immediately. Some people say that the eyes show the feelings of the mind. You can lie with a hundred thousand words. But  These two eyes will never lie. I admit that I have done bad to you a couple of times, but it's not even three. But you left me. Someone new, your friends look at me too.  The idiots who are only seeking love and seeking attention in the school have nowhere to hide from evil because they know everything unless I run away from them.  There were men queuing for a long time but I didn't think to interfere with her.  did not dare to express her, but did not say a word  I feel it spread like I'm losing to you, but it's not. It's just temporary. I went to the bathroom. They followed but I rushed to the bathroom before them.

She said: That girl likes to show off rich.
I don't like it.

Another friend: Who??

Her: The same person, I hate it.

I waited for them to leave before walking out of the bathroom. I went up to the classroom and sat down. My friends were staring with the same eyes, but I didn't care. I chose to study in the evening.
I always looked for a quiet place to do it.  Doing my homework and looking at the beautiful view looking down from the upper floors of the school building is the only atmosphere I can still remember very well. It freed me from the anguish of being separated from no one.  People are good.
I always thought that I would have to live a better life. Someday I will dare to look up at the stars without being ashamed of the sky.  If you look down at the ground, you don't have to look away. You don't have to feel anything. One day, I want you to dare to look at people without feeling anything..
© Jarida Nalisa,
книга «Solitude».
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