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Reflection #17

Streaks of hatred in the eyes flashed like lightnings in a thunderstorm, yet the surroundings differed not. None noticed or, more specifically, no one really cared. With difficulty, all emotions were suppressed. She released her clenched fists, and bit back the sarcasm boiling inside her.

She hated it. She abhorred everything. She loathed everything and everyone in sight, and wished she could cast them away with a wave of the hand.

She has waited for eons for the chance to pull herself out from where she stood.

Being with people whose actions belie the words spoken.
The enmity's known, yet hypocritical fronts were put on.
Using all the seemingly subtle moves in the grabbing game of acquaintances needed not.
Irritation caused by the cavalier manners displayed within her company.
The paradox that company brings more sufferings than none.
Now that she have seen through the facades of her fellow comrades.

Now it's in a matter of months.


Won't it be just better to live life behind a mask, letting others see what they want to see, and protecting yourself at the same time?


The line between her despair and anger seemed thin and blur.

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