Category : Poems

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Individuals see me as a digital entertainment fanatic, addicted to the digital world.

Yet, they fail to realize that each time the hands of the clock swing by, I am being tortured in my skull.

I have admitted my confusion, dealt with my malicious thoughts the best I can, always found the courage to have a positive outlook on the future. 

I retain hope, hope for myself that I will break such chains of shame and decreased confidence.

But, I realized that there are those who suffer from the disease of isolation, subjected to the slavery of their thoughts.

There are those who I know nothing of, they suffer from within, the others don't know. 

Much like how my own companions, even those who I call my "best friends" will never understand why I subjected myself to isolation, why I retain marriage to the silence. 

He's gonna go anti-social.

Is what my "best friends" joke of and tease me for, when I am met with someone from the digital world who I know nothing about.

And at night within my dreams, I yearn to tell them:

"You don't know why I'm like this, you don't know how it feels to see all your friends having fun with their new friends while your sitting there, only a handful of friends yourself, sitting alone, wondering why you can't be like them, wondering why you suck at making friends. You don't know how I truly feel being social, how I truly think."

I withhold such desires, yet I know there are others who do the same.

To them, I urge them to burst the bubble of isolation, break free from the slavery of your malicious thoughts.

I look upon the silent ones who, at first glance, don't have any companions to call friends and they begin to walk onto the path I walk.

Abruptly, they gain a following and change the path they walk. Walking along the path of memories and friendship.

 I understand the path I walk.

Yet, I am happy for those who manage to avoid walking in my footsteps.