Perfidy

Plop! Bang! Crash! Tripping, stumbling and falling wherever we go. Can’t you be less oafish ever in your life? It’s really annoying and embarrassing. Don’t you care about what people think? They stomp off and leave you in a daze. Seriously? What kind of friends are they? Embarrassment shouldn’t affect them because they’re not the ones falling all over the place. What kind of friends are they? You think to yourself and thoughts of betrayal crowd your head. What if they hate me? What if they’re going to replace me? What if they keep manipulating me? They mustn’t be my real friends. It hurts knowing no one cares and that everyone is just using me. It hurts… Pain tugs at my heart and I hide away, concealing myself from the evil world. They’re not my friends. They’re not my friends. They’re not my friends… Tears fall in the opaque room, but when I leave, my mask covers my face. Why am I letting them take over? Why are they winning? Why am I letting them hurt me? Now, I don’t have anyone to turn to, to talk to, to tell my secrets to, or someone to hang out with. But, secrets are better private. No one can use them against you. No one. Feelings are nothing but a thin glass that cracks instantly if they are hit. They’re impossible to fix quickly and can’t provide shelter. Broken. Broken. Broken. They’re not my friends…