Maybe there's hope.
But maybe there isn't.
Maybe I just interpret these things in such a distorted way that although it makes sense in my mind it never truly did elsewhere.
But maybe I am in the state of accuracy, the others just cannot find it within themselves to verbalize I am correct.
Maybe fear defeats truth.
But maybe truth wins and it uses a disguise.
Maybe this disguise is the disguise of interpretation.
And maybe there is a half truth buried within the lies being told.
Maybe you should look into their eyes to tell if there is pleading within them.
Because maybe I will never tell you out loud.
Maybe I will laugh like such a thought is ridiculous, but look into my eyes.
Just maybe they will be telling you something my words cannot.
Maybe they will be telling you the truth.
And so maybe there is hope.
But maybe there is not.
YOU ARE READING
& I'm just a girl.
Short StoryI'm just a girl. But there's more to me then you'd think. After all appearances aren't everything. I think thoughts. I can assure you I am not just another dumb blonde. There are problems with the world. I'm simply trying to make them known.
