Something isn’t right
It’s rotting. It smells fouls. It seems to be in pain.
But its trying to look normal. Something about that person, that thing, is wrong
Everyone around is ignoring it, the gross and weird side of it. They’re all sat down, laughing, pushing it jokingly. Do they not notice the distant look, deep into its eyes?
Are they friends? Oh, they’re leaving it, no words muttered. Now it’s alone. It stopped moving. But it’s still smiling
Their eyes are watering, what’s on it's mind? It got up. It’s walking now. It’s still smiling. Maybe it’s because there are still strangers around. Wait… did it just shed a tear? It’s still smiling.
Where are its friends? It should be happy to have some at least. Doesn’t it have a house, a family that loves it? It’s should be content. It’s still smiling.
But somehow….
I feel it shouldn’t be like this.
Something… isn’t right.
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Free me I beg you| vent
Randomthis book contains my vents. I write when I'm in a state of mental anguish. it may contains sensitive topics so yeah.
