My Thoughts

Another Me

He used to be different.
He used to love everyone.
He wasn't so violent.
He wasn't full of anger and hatred.
He used to smile.
He still does smile, but it's not real.
It's fake, just like everything else in his life.
He's also very stupid.
How?
He tries so hard to hide his pain, even though everyone can see he's hurting.
His neighbors, friends, family.
But then again, he doesn't have a family.
Slowly, over time, they crumbled into nothing.
The only ones left are his siblings and himself.
And his friends.
He loves his friends more than anything in the entire world.
He considers them family, but he's scared they'll end up like his blood family.
He can already feel it.
He can feel the separation between him and his friends.
And that's the reason why he hates himself the most.
Because he knows it's his fault.
If he didn't change the way he did, he would be able to be who his friends need him to be.
He can't even help them anymore.
Like his best friend.
He loves her dearly, but can't help her.
She hurts more than he does but he can't help because he is helpless.
HE IS HELPLESS!
And he is remined of it each and every single time he looks into his loved one's eyes.
He sees disappointment.
He sees pain.
And he hates himself for it.
He's changed.
He's become different.
He's become another me.