Finding-oneself قصص

My biggest fear is having the people close to me go into a complete state of hysteria. They will have completely lost all humane actions---left with no reasoning---in other words, they change. Although it is not the state of death, I'll call it death. Because, that person is not that person anymore. They're just stuck in their own hell that I can't see; and that is what I see. Meanwhile, I am covered by my own fear; I silently grow distant---it is the fear of fearing the unknown. For I to be left alone while everyone leaves will drive me into that very own madness of mine. In the end it isn't the hysteric person who has a problem, it is I. I become consumed by the problem of non acceptance towards the others and the inability to change. My incompatibility to these untouchable creatures creates a rift in the social class. But honestly, what makes these untouchable creatures insane? It isn't them who lost their sanity, it is I. I for not accepting their metamorphism. My perception of my world becomes an illusion of my desires, created to cover up my cowardliness and weaknesses--and guilt. It's not like perceiving the future, but it's like looking into the many possibilities--but you're living with the same history as it tortures you, and you may not even remember what that history is. I grow disdainful. I grow wishing to end it all. For those who experience the unseen or the unnatural are psychopaths and are left alone. To rot--- alone.