When I am happy, they tease me. They point out my faults, and act like I am a lesser being, not capable of feelings or real thoughts for myself.
The worst thing is?
Sometimes I believe them.
They do things to me, and my retaliation is "Mean!"
I do the same back, and they scream at my idiocy.
They do not try for me. The do not listen to me. They tell about themselves, and tell me to try for them. They abandon me, and betray me, and fake me, then come back to me.
The worst thing is?
I believe their lies.
I do what they say.
Who are these monsters?
They are my friends.
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Fruit of the Soul; A Collection of Miscellaneous Writing
PoetrySo, I really love to write, but writing full stories is basically impossible for me. I've been dying to share my writing when it's for fun, so here is a "Collection of Miscellaneous Writing"! I hope you enjoy, because, well, who wouldn't want someon...
