I live in a world full of people who don't understand me. And that's a fact. Because sometimes-just sometimes- a person is born who doesn't belong. Someone that no one else but themselves understands. Someone who is forever destined to be alone. And that person is me. I can't say that i'm lonely. Because I'm not. When you live in a world where people shun you for your own unusual beliefs, you learn to keep yourself company and make friends with the voice in your head filling your every waking moment with negative thoughts and emotions. You learn to not feel. You become numb. Because when you close off the gates that used to let in those harsh words and cruel accusations that seeped into your self image and later into your actions, those words lose their power. And the heartbreak soon fades into nothingness. Strident words begin to hit the wall you built to keep them out. And eventually, any emotion you're tempted to feel is blocked by those walls too. You stop feeling.
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I Live In A World...
PoetryThis is actually poetry... sorta. Some are more like short stories or monologues each starting with the same phrase "I live in a world..." (You know... hence the title). WARNING: Some content found in this piece of writing may be heavy or slightly...
