The Misunderstood

A selection of skinny thoughts presented in black dots on a piece of paper?


2. The Conflict from Within

The cool fresh air is crisp against my skin.
The faint muffles of voices are heard from far in the distance.
I am isolated.
Not with walls.
Not with chains.
But with words.
Words that seep in to the deep corners of your mind.
Making their presence known, leaving their mark for all to see.
Mostly a reminder to you; a reminder of what happened and the outcome.
This kind of isolation is the worst.
It eats away at you day upon day, it takes over your being; it becomes you.
And once it becomes you, the change is irreversible... There is no going back.
You are alone in your mind, your mind that has become your own personal hell.
Isolated from the world yet surrounded by people.
Isolated within your mind.


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