Dance Of A Parasite

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I'm trapped. 

Trapped behind the walls of what seem to simply be the building of luxury, graced with the rich green vines spreading across the bricks and the smell of success reaching to the sky. From afar, it seems just as any other ordinary school would. Behind those walls is the plague of abhorrence, spreading like a wildfire across the corridors. School is grim, where most would learn but where my stomach would churn, bruises adorning my body as I lie on the ground with nobody having the intention to reach out their hand. 

Where it hurts to laugh, it hurts to touch. As if I could laugh in the first place. 

A body as weak as a dried up leaf is a body which would be an easy target. For each move I make, one bruise would make up for it. My mouth is sewn shut, stapled with all the words I wish I could say. For where there are words, there is a scar stuck on my heart, which don't come off no matter how hard I try. 

The dorms are the worst place of them all, along with the restrooms. 

A place where I am meant to peel myself apart to unravel all I endure had become the place where I lie, clutching my knees to my chest to keep myself from passing out. The shadows of my mind spill out, where everyone can see. I can only watch as they laugh at me and my attempts. 

I am not designed for love. I am a defect, an imperfect mark that is there even if you don't want it to be. To them, I am an illness. An illness that spread from touch. 

When I tried with all my might to fight back, I was simply treated as a parasite. At first, I minded the avoidance, as if crying myself to sleep would make people want me again. It was only when I realised that nothing would change that I decided crying would do nothing at all. 

A hollow soul waiting to surpass the oppressor, avoiding their inevitable destiny of losing themselves to the Earth. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。