Dear emotions and society

Nineteen

She felt strangely alone, even though she was surrounded by people.

Even though someone was talking to her, she felt alone.

She was alone.

She was alone with her emotions.

She hates it.

The dark. The silence.

Everyone was happy.

She sat alone.

Not in reality, but in her world.

In the whirlwind of emotions

Mentally, emotionally, she was alone.

In reality, people surrounded her, almost overwhelming her.

Mentally, she sat in a stark white room, where the silence was driving her insane

And the boring color that could not satisfy her mind mocked her

Once vivid colors painted the room

The colors never stopped changing

But now those colors are gone, faded

Painted over with white

She once uttered pretty words and dark truths

But now she's just repeating others words

I say She/Her/But/And a lot. Maybe not in this chapter, but in others. I need to fix that. Anyway I hope y'all had a good Easter.