Once, my life was happy, full of laughter, and sunlight.
Then, my happiness started to become a false image, something I wanted people to see, without really feeling it. Every time my act slipped up, people noticed. If I wasn't the loudest one laughing, they would think something was wrong.
But, the times when my charade was the most convincing were the times I was in greatest need of help.
I am perceived as happy, bubbly and hyper; in reality, I am none of these, In reality, I am just an immortal, trapped in a mortal's body, unable to feel pain, to love, know happiness or sadness... I can't even die.
Sometimes, I just wish this life were over. I have nothing to live for. What future can an outcast like me have? The answer: None.
Light_Warrior_35_53 · Wed May 09, 2007 @ 12:16pm · 2 Comments |