shizukaria13

Tap...tap...tap, the sound is just audible but purposeful, not to mention irritating. I try to ignore it but it won’t stop. I cover my ears. "Stop it.”I mumble. i sort of feel like a preschooler demanding more nap time. I squint, lynns staring at me , calm as always, her fingers are drumming against the table. There’s a rhythm to tapping...Morse. 'they expect you to talk’, she says, averting her gaze to the audience of nurses and patients. Well apparently I’d forgotten that i was still in group therapy, the method of treatment in which we all are supposed to rant about our problems. Point: you can be as dramatic

The drop in temperature is noticeable. I wrap my shawl around me. A gust of wind hits me again. I shiver. Death surrounds us. The bare trees and the yellowed grass prove my point. No birds are singing. It’s just too cold. Winter always had an impersonal feel to it. Diffused rays of the sun peek through the clouds and all of a sudden the skies are dyed into a mix of brilliant pinks, purples and reds (who would have thought that even pollutants could in away make the world beautiful) _then again I can’t really hate winters. The bus still hasn’t arrived and I start wondering about the probability of aa holiday_ wouldn’t b

I’m fifteen years old now And they keep throwing questions at me Why was I all alone? Why I preferred silence? Why was I so difficult? Its time they understood I’m better this way Alone but safe Living a live so uncomplicated (its beautiful) Among creatures that will listen and are truthful Its time they understood, I’ve already strayed Into a land where acceptance awaited me During days I sought recognition They targeted my humanity And exaggerated my flaws (to err is human, let me breathe) I was morphed into a creature who lost all self-esteem A narcissist they called me Vain and arrogant Comparisons always led to expect