Harsh Reality

There is so much to tell but nothing to express. There are noises everywhere but it is the silence that dwells inside. It’s not called loneliness but fear. Fear of breaking down. Fear of letting the emotions flow. It’s so easy to lie every day to everyone. It becomes a habit to lie. It’s because there is darkness inside that is not used to light and afraid to absorb darkness furthermore. Life is complicated to express. You got no one to trust, nobody to share with. It’s strange.

When no one is around you feel safe because you do not have to tolerate those people who are constantly engaged in pulling your self esteem down showing off how better people they are, how insignificant beings we are in front of them. When people take utmost advantage of your innocence, making you feel like you’re an entertainment package of theirs. Then when they are by any chance removed or to be precise are shifted from their comfort zones they bang on your head as if you were supposed to be their slave and how dare you outrun them. How can these people even survive with such attitudes? And the most funny thing is that these people are the who are more  likely to be preferred as friends, as interest gainers , thought to be worthy than us by others.

Life is so unfair.  The one who is innocent and benevolent is crushed at the mean behavior of the others.  Why can’t I just go out and breathe? Why people I encounter every time are always the same in context to their nature towards me? Isn’t that the same question that circles your mind when someone makes you feel insignificant and the one worthy to be ignored? When they use you to most ruthless extent with that untrustworthy similes on their faces and then throw you like the trash they regret to have collected? When they make you feel as if you were the heaviest burden of the planet.

But these aren’t the most common friends that you find. Now you will find friends that smile with you, follow each and every footstep, seek opportunity when they can gain and help you lose everything you have. They are ones to be stayed away from. They are enemies in the deceiving attire of friends. Known enemies are better than such friendly poisons.

Have you ever felt the same or close to it?

P:S:  

Finally back here after a long leave from writing, missed both writing and reading hopefully won’t run away this time round.