That PersonA Story by Rose Hagerty"I hate that person"I hate that person. They have followed me my whole life. Everywhere I go I can
see them. I try not to look or stare, because I am afraid of what I will see. I’m sure that that person is hell bent on ruining me. They
must be. They are like that toxic friend you hang out with because you have no
one else. They say they will be there for you, but they only drag you down with
them. That person is that friend, but worse. They stick with you
forever. From the moment you first learn how to talk to the moment you die,
they will always be there. I used to see that person at work. My coworkers used to
laugh at that person, whisper and gossip. No one wants to talk to that person
because they don’t want to be like them. That person made me lose my job. Because of that “friend” my
one true love walked away. They are the reason I can’t have anything nice,
because they only destroy it. No one wants to visit me anymore, even my family, because
they know that person will be there also. That person ruined my education. They got me to drop out of
school, have a few smokes and party. They’re the reason I’m hopelessly killing
my body just to fit in. They’re the reason I wake up each morning, hating the way I
look. That I cover up myself in shame. I can never be perfect for that person,
that’s just the way they are. I hate them. Everywhere I go, they follow. I can’t look back. Not now. I’m afraid to turn around and look them in the face; to look
in the mirror, at my reflection, because I know that they will be the one staring back at me. © 2017 Rose HagertyReviews
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1 Review Added on July 19, 2017 Last Updated on July 19, 2017 Tags: hate, feelings, toxic relationships, emotions AuthorRose HagertyOttawa, CanadaAboutI'm an artist, but I also enjoy writing as well. I usually enjoy writing random short stories and writing pieces but I also like writitng poetry as well. more..Writing
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