A Collection of Thoughts, Feelings and Late Night Rambles

Stop.

No.

No.

No.

Please.

No.

Stop.

Please.

Why won't you?

Do you not understand?

Don't you see the looks I see?

Don't you feel the feelings towards us?

Us.

Why are we an us.

I am not you, you are not me.

Not together.

Please.

Stop.

Not a group.

Not a collective.

Not friends.

Just mutual friends.

Acquaintances you could say.

Forced together.

So please.

Don't group us.

Do not judge us as one.

We are not one.

Multiple.

Multiple individuals.

Multiple choices.

Beliefs.

Opinions.

Vices.

Stop.

Please.

I'm not them.

I promise.

We act separately.

I am here.

I promise.

They are not.

Hands shaking.

Anger.

Tears forming.

Sadness.

Above all.

Confusion.

Do you not understand?

I do.

Do you not see the looks?

I do.

Do you not feel the anger?

I do.

I don't want anger.

But now I have it.

My anger.

Others anger.

Not my fault.

I promise.

Please.

Let me.

I'm sorry.

I don't care anymore.

I don't care about them.

Call me selfish.

Because I am.

I don't want to be associated with them.

So please.

Stop.

Do what you want with them?

Look at them?

Be angry with them?

Do I care?

No.

Yes.

About myself.

And them.

Hands shaking.

Tired.

Tears forming.

Exhausted.

Can't do this.

Please stop.

Change.

Apologise.

Please.

I'm sorry.

But I shouldn't be.

Not me.

Them.

I am.

Do you know?

My apology isn't mine.

Please.

Understand.

They don't.