LookA Story by TheMaladyWhat can you see? Take a look at your SELF."Why? What's the point of doing this?" Why, indeed? I saw him - a face drawn in a smile, dark eyes framed in arching lashes glinted of mock, pity, and helplessness. He knew me well to even say anything. Well, that's who he is. Just a person who won't open his mouth until reality slapped me straight on the cheeks. Tell me, what should I do? When I tried so hard to pleased others so I could gain their favors despite of rejections? When I made every ounce of my effort to do well at school, then ended up with an F? When I saw my friend in front of me getting an earful of insults and just shut my mouth 'cause I was afraid to gain hatred from the mob? When the whole world seemed to degrade every bit of humanity I had in me 'coz I stood beside my best friend? When I watched him perish before my eyes - every breath escaped him, the white tainted carmine hue. No. Hold on. He only looked at me. And I looked at him. Pity. He doesn't speak. Only those eyes knew how to. "Why? What's the point of doing this?" When I turned away - He did the same. - TheMalady © 2016 TheMaladyAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on January 10, 2016 Last Updated on January 20, 2016 Tags: Regret, Reflection, Reality AuthorTheMaladyAboutSomehow, it seems I can't keep up with the multiple reviews that gradually increase each day. I'll try to make it a point to read your work. Meanwhile, I am currently revising some of my old works.. more..Writing
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