Roses_Are_Yellow
April 4th, 2011, 10:46 PM
I wrote this when I was in a not too good mood today...sorry if it's really bad... I was trying to practice my third person writing, because when I write, I uasually write in first person Point of View. feedback is welcomed, critique's etc. Anything to help improve my writing :)
Through her eyes, she see's the world as a lonely place. A place where each and every corner is as cold as falling into the depths of Artic waters. A place that not even the sunniest of days could melt away the freezing temperatures sorrounding her. Her mind is dark and scary, filled with pictures too violent for even the goriest movies to contain. Every blinking moment is painful, for she see's things she doesn't want to see. Her mind feels as though it might explode, from the constant thoughts telling her to do different things. Her eyes sting when she hears the whispers of the people around her, feeling as though that each and every whisper was about her. Feeling as though she was the center of all the cruel jokes that travel down the hallways. She laughs to cover up the pain thundering through her body, fooling everyone around her into thinking all she cared about in life were the shallow things-clothes, cell phones, the newest songs, etc. Her knowing wide chocolate brown eyes, taking on an innocent look to decieve the ones around her.
She silently watches as the world she's become acoustumed to, crumble's around her. The peoeple with her don't think anything of the mess their world's becoming, because they think that everything will be perfect again-she know's other wise. She know's that thing's aren't as good as some make them out to be. She know's that their words are like sprinkling sugar on dirt, covering up the disgusting taste. But soon, people will get a taste of it, and realize the truth. She won't be there to watch though.
She watches as the girl with medium length, tree bark-brown hair turns into something new. Once nice, now the polar opposite. She watches in disgust, as the girl become's putty in the shorter brown-haired girls hand, bending at her will. She doesn't fully comprehend that maybe the two really do love each other, even though the two are very young, becuase she has yet to experience the feeling. She know's it's selfish, but if the relationship wilts; she wont be stay there and be used, then forgotten about once the girl with the tree-bark brown hair feel's better.
Trust is a thing that has been broken for her too many times in her life. At a young age, she saw how trust could end up hurting a person, she just couldn't understand the pain yet. When she still believed in the tooth fairy, she would trust anyone who was nice to her, trusting them with her secrets. As she grew older though, she startd to experience the heart break with lack of trust. All the "I swear not to tell's" became broken the next day, with people hearing what she's said, causing her to earn glance's, and laughs. When those same poeple get upset that she can't trust them, she feels as though she might explode with frustration. When those individuals get upset, she starts to feel guilty and cave's and tells them some more secrets, not learning from her mistakes. She eventually get's hurt again to find out that the thing's she's said is the punch line of her friends jokes.
To her, love is something she's afraid to experience, for this too has hurt way too many times in her short life. Everytime she's grown to love something or someone, an animal, a person, they end up leaving her, or not being who they say they are. When she see's some of the poeple who did this to her, she can't help but feel angry. Angry that she ever trusted and loved them in the first place, to be rewarded with crying in her sleep. Hate. Hate towards herself, for letting this happen once more. She mentally kicks her self for being naive and believing that maybe one person in the world wouldn't hurt her, then finding out that all of that is just lies. The older she get's, the more harder it is for her to give her love out to somebody, just like her trust. What end's up happening when she finds her so called "other half" out there? What if they do the same things to her? She couldn't stand it if they did this. Is there really such thing as love. If love is true, then why do the poeple around her get hurt, and used. What if those things others have said about her dying alone is true. She couldn't see anyone ending up with someone like her, anyway.
She tries to enjoy the good moments though, with the people she's grown to love. But in the back of her mind, she's waiting. Waiting for them to turn out like everyone else.
This girl, I can relate to, for she and I are really close. But the thing is, I can't and won't trust her, because she's made too many mistakes in her life.
This girl is me.
Through her eyes, she see's the world as a lonely place. A place where each and every corner is as cold as falling into the depths of Artic waters. A place that not even the sunniest of days could melt away the freezing temperatures sorrounding her. Her mind is dark and scary, filled with pictures too violent for even the goriest movies to contain. Every blinking moment is painful, for she see's things she doesn't want to see. Her mind feels as though it might explode, from the constant thoughts telling her to do different things. Her eyes sting when she hears the whispers of the people around her, feeling as though that each and every whisper was about her. Feeling as though she was the center of all the cruel jokes that travel down the hallways. She laughs to cover up the pain thundering through her body, fooling everyone around her into thinking all she cared about in life were the shallow things-clothes, cell phones, the newest songs, etc. Her knowing wide chocolate brown eyes, taking on an innocent look to decieve the ones around her.
She silently watches as the world she's become acoustumed to, crumble's around her. The peoeple with her don't think anything of the mess their world's becoming, because they think that everything will be perfect again-she know's other wise. She know's that thing's aren't as good as some make them out to be. She know's that their words are like sprinkling sugar on dirt, covering up the disgusting taste. But soon, people will get a taste of it, and realize the truth. She won't be there to watch though.
She watches as the girl with medium length, tree bark-brown hair turns into something new. Once nice, now the polar opposite. She watches in disgust, as the girl become's putty in the shorter brown-haired girls hand, bending at her will. She doesn't fully comprehend that maybe the two really do love each other, even though the two are very young, becuase she has yet to experience the feeling. She know's it's selfish, but if the relationship wilts; she wont be stay there and be used, then forgotten about once the girl with the tree-bark brown hair feel's better.
Trust is a thing that has been broken for her too many times in her life. At a young age, she saw how trust could end up hurting a person, she just couldn't understand the pain yet. When she still believed in the tooth fairy, she would trust anyone who was nice to her, trusting them with her secrets. As she grew older though, she startd to experience the heart break with lack of trust. All the "I swear not to tell's" became broken the next day, with people hearing what she's said, causing her to earn glance's, and laughs. When those same poeple get upset that she can't trust them, she feels as though she might explode with frustration. When those individuals get upset, she starts to feel guilty and cave's and tells them some more secrets, not learning from her mistakes. She eventually get's hurt again to find out that the thing's she's said is the punch line of her friends jokes.
To her, love is something she's afraid to experience, for this too has hurt way too many times in her short life. Everytime she's grown to love something or someone, an animal, a person, they end up leaving her, or not being who they say they are. When she see's some of the poeple who did this to her, she can't help but feel angry. Angry that she ever trusted and loved them in the first place, to be rewarded with crying in her sleep. Hate. Hate towards herself, for letting this happen once more. She mentally kicks her self for being naive and believing that maybe one person in the world wouldn't hurt her, then finding out that all of that is just lies. The older she get's, the more harder it is for her to give her love out to somebody, just like her trust. What end's up happening when she finds her so called "other half" out there? What if they do the same things to her? She couldn't stand it if they did this. Is there really such thing as love. If love is true, then why do the poeple around her get hurt, and used. What if those things others have said about her dying alone is true. She couldn't see anyone ending up with someone like her, anyway.
She tries to enjoy the good moments though, with the people she's grown to love. But in the back of her mind, she's waiting. Waiting for them to turn out like everyone else.
This girl, I can relate to, for she and I are really close. But the thing is, I can't and won't trust her, because she's made too many mistakes in her life.
This girl is me.