August 20, 2011

Intro. (work in progress).

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Insane that we could love, yet hate something at the same time.

Insane of the normalcy that a perpetrator could assume after committing a heinous crime, as if nothing occurred at all; or as if what they did was so normal.

Insane how all of the truth, awkwardness, pain, and reality is solely dumped on you, because of it.

Because you are really the only one who "knows"; or at least the only one who recognizes it; because everyone else pretends it never occurred at all.

Insane how everything would seem after that, how fake, how unreal, how dishonest the actions of others' would seem.

Insane how ignorant we would feel and think others must be, to never know what actually goes on.

Insane how alone we feel, when all of the people around us, are always there; but are never there the way we need them in. In fact, they instead just hurt us.

Insane how the world typically considers the role of parents to be protective toward their children; yet these parents are anything but.

Insane how you are criticized instead, for not being what society expects; as the parents hide behind a shield of compelling acting and lies.

Believe it that you deserve to be alive. I cannot say the same of others involved; especially since they forcefully involved you, for years.