Tag: perception

The Hate that Comes with Strength-Part Two

August 11, 2016

I am a doll. A perfect ceramic doll. With charming face and charming clothes. I’ve long since proven my worth, my strength. They look at me, not with respect, but pride and the woman who I believed had hated me for so long, did also. The other girls, though full of pride, fear me, I think, like they do them.

I used to be startled by this, eager to prove it wasn’t true, but now I see the advantages of their fear. Have I become them? Have I become exactly what I always said I wouldn’t? I hope not. I don’t want to be that cold, that heartless. I think I have become her. She is like them, or she acts like them. It’s hard to tell with her.

I have always been able to mask my emotions. It’s funny because, they taught me to lie and now I use it against them. Everything they teach me is just another way to escape them but they know I won’t, they know I have nothing outside of this place, am nothing. I hate them for that, for isolating me, forgiving me no choice. They’ll pay for what they did to me, they will, they’ll pay.

A Matter of Perception

February 11, 2016

Sanity is a matter of perception. From the point of view of the insane it’s the rest of the world who’s crazy, who doesn’t understand. And why can’t they? Why don’t they at least try? If they; the crazy, the freaks should learn to be understand, to be like the rest. Why shouldn’t they at least try to see it from our point of view? From our perspective? Change your perspective and your reality changes. The whole world becomes different. The world you thought you knew disappears, replaced a morphed form which you could never have possibly imagined.

The dull, black and white streets, become streaked with florescent colors and people previously thought to be kind and trusting, become your worst enemies, or perhaps even your best friend. Everything is possible, if you look at it close enough. If can even begin to understand the points of views of others. Perhaps the insane, are the ones who have it all figured out.

Perhaps they’ve seen too much, or maybe just enough. Just enough to push them over the edge, to break them. Or maybe even fix them. Who knows? Who can what is right and what is wrong? Who could even begin to understand everything? Seven billion people. Seven billion realities. Scientific theories suggest that other realities might be real, but what scientist don’t realize is that there are seven billion, a couple of them standing right beside them. But how could they? How could they even begin to comprehend the true difference between people, how could anyone?