why do they stare at me ?as if i threaten the existence of their perfect lives , as if i have the power to take what was once there and make it mine .
I guess it's supposed to be flattering , yet I feel as if their insecurities and snide remarks is suffocating me from the inside .
How can somebody as insignificant as me , have such a powerful effect on them .
They perceive as somebody that's manipulative , vindictive , taking without consent .
I hold onto my courage by the strands bound against my wrist , feeling it wither away with each blow I take .
The darkness consuming my smile , my observations of beautiful souls , my outbursts of laughter and my instinct of survival in this world .
The world that I don't belong to .
They draw attention to themselves , seeking validation from everybody else when they should've start with themselves .
I'm different , in so many ways .
Trying to divert the attention , trying so hard to fade into nothing , less than nothing or to be transported to a world where their ugly glares and spoken words won't hurt me anymore .
Yet I can only dream , wishful thoughts expanding in my mind .
The prettiest girls experience the most pain .
I'm insignificant , invisible , my spark blown away before i even became a torch , but that's what this world can do to you , hurt you so bad that you don't want to leave your footprint in the sand , just a forgotten grave that nobody visits .
