Demon

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Deviation and Delineation are methods for the weak. Approaching situations head on with truth and honesty in heart is the way of the strong willed
-ComfortMsfit

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It rarely occurred to me at how frail my sister's pancakes could get. I mean, it's supposed to be this flat, fluffy and soft delectable fried creation.

"Why is it mushy and oozing?" I said handling the doughy, lifeless and weird heated glob thing with my thumb and index finger with a cringed face of pure disgust.

"You take what you can get" maniacally but frankly realistically jutted out as she did the dishes.

The pancakes seemed to resemble my life some how. Though chocolate, I hated the ingestion of it all, I do not even let it rest on my tongue for longer than a second. How it relates to my life is some messed up, intense and long life journey that at this point am not keen on letting consume my mind just yet. Let alone on the presence of my life hardened sister.

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Through out this amazing cold day where the clouds that covered the bright star that we circle round as if to worship it, accompanied by the earthy wet scent of rain that always captured me. Sadly, I am kept restrained by the uncomfortable and unfitting attire, worm by the masses and am intentionally subjectified to estranged looks for not appearing "normal" in this clothing but appearing like a slouching sloth that can walk up right and speak a language, well that being questioned since I don't speak at all here almost all day in this hell hole; High school.

Oh what a cruel place to be, making me lose my sanity.
At how frivolous people waste their time; it's something to be inclined. I do not find it it easy to admit. I'm not someone who can't easily commit.
Though I find life hard to comprehend sometimes, like why 2+2 isn't five ? But they don't act like they care
As if what they were brainwashed with is a lie, they just keep up with all the hate and only think that makes them shine.

I know that sounded stupid but it was really a poem I wrote that spoke to my inner child.

But it's all worthless to ponder on frivolous thoughts.
I don't believe anyone'd..

"I like it...' optimistically yet nonchalantly said a calm, solid and deep male voice from over my shoulder that sent shivers down my spine; frightening me as I held that paper lowered from my face as I was in home room waiting for Miss Glow (I know weird surname but what 'til you hear her first name) and with the stun of someone's voice I cringed and so did my hands; crinkling the paper in the process.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I always do this and get into other's business. I know I shouldn't but I...." he trailed off mumbling on about how his insolence gets him into trouble but frankly I couldn't take that shit.

"Stop! ...Stop. it's okay, Don't worry about it." Frankly I'm used to people engaging into my personal life anyways, so he wasn't a first, but I've had much experience with that to know not to let people in, it's just a trap.

"Oh, it's okay?" He concernedly questioned me while his deep grey eyes pierced right through my soul and it created this deep turning in my chest. It hurt. But for some reason I still enjoyed it.

"Yeah, it is," I said to urge him to understand this conversation was over and that he could leave and to complete the facade, a grin popped onto my face. And that hurt worse than the feeling in my chest. My cheeks were quivering from lack of "smile muscles" there. My jaw cringed and I was smashing my teeth into one another, as my lips failed to curve my eye brows peeked in frustration.