The Mute And The Reader [#YourStoryIndia][#Wattys2015]

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I can hear what they think. I can feel what they feel.I can feel their pain; the pain in their thoughts, the pain in their hearts. I can feel the sensations that run through their body. I can easily tell if they are lying and most of the time they are. It's like being one of them but without detaching from your own self. The experience is exhilarating, yet very frightening. My genes say that I can live with it but my heart and soul don't.I'm frightened all the time; frightened of what I might suddenly hear. My mind is no longer mine. It belongs to everyone around me and it echoes with everybody's cries and laughter. Sometimes I feel like digging a burrow for myself and living in it for the rest of my life. The fear in me keeps changing into anger then irritation then despair then helplessness and finally back to fear. I want to be left alone but I crave for belonging. Sure, I'm scared of what I possess. But I'm also ashamed. Since everyone asks me to, I do have hope but the question is, is hope all that one needs?