Short Stories

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Silence Of The World

My heart is silenced. My heart wants to scream out, but the World
covers it, saying its not right to say how I feel. The World leaves me
lost and hurt, not caring what I do to try to succeed, but only amused
when I fail. The World makes it hard to be myself, so it hands me masks
and tells me, that I should act this way. I try to gain the Worlds
approval, doing whatever I can to try to seem fit in its eyes. The
people I once called friends stare at me and wonder what I'm doing, but
hey what do they know their geeks and nerds. My moods change, as the
World feeds me lie after lie after lie to the point where I never
smile. But in all this time as I'm being fed these lies, I can sorta
hear a soft voice, behind it all. But I just cant hear what its saying
with all the Chaos. When I get in trouble, and need someone
there.....there's nobody, and the pain starts to build and hurt really
bad, but the World gives me another mask to cover up my weakness. But I
can still hear a faint soft voice. Shades of Gray would describe me
now, no longer happy and energetic, but Depressed and tired. I look in
my mirror and hate what I see, because what I see is someone or
something that shouldn't be there, but in the reflection of the mirror,
The World from its darkness grabs my shoulder and then hands me yet
another mask. My tears are no longer clear, but black. All these
masks are weighing me down, and all I can do is stop as everything goes
by. I can't take it anymore! I can't live like this! I try to reach out
to my "New Friends" but they don't seem to see me. They just walk by.
When the Worlds not looking, i began to try and listen to the faint
voice I always seem to hear. I began to cry, because I want out, I want
my life back. I curled up in a ball on my floor that was now black from
my tears, and rocked back and forth. "I just need to be held." at that
very moment I felt like someone picked me up. I felt a hand taking off
my masks one by one. I felt all my pain start to fade away, and the
voice I once heard so faintly, spoke again but was right with me "I'm
here" was said over and over, and I began to cry more, but this time my
tears were clear. A smile went on my face as I held on and didn't let
go.

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