It’s the same as yesterday.
Always going to be the same.
They’ll never learn and I’ll never change.
You’re still the same as yesterday too.
Stubborn and unmoving.
You don’t shy away.
I wish you did.
I wish you followed the minority like everyone else.
It’d make forgetting you so much easier.
You’re the only one who questions it.
Who questions me.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Personal Hell
Short StoryThere’s a bit of devil in her angel eyes. © sarahlorien 2014.