Post by kcb500 on May 25, 2010 0:23:55 GMT -5
This belongs to me, it's my own creation please don't repost this anywhere.
I'm not exactly in the best of moods right now if you can't tell.
(c) Kaleb Builta
Plastic
In the school hallways I see faces. Some happy, sad, angry and some blank. But there is so much more hidden behind these faces, if any they are plastic. Unreal, fake, a show put on for everyone else while something hidden lay beneath. I also see people with emotions, but these too seem plastic. I don’t know what to think, whether my friend is really my friend, of if he/she tolerates me. I feel like a bad person, even though I have never wronged these people. A day comes when my friends can prove to me that they truly are my friends. I watch on shocked as I see the opposite. Their affection suddenly turns to venom. Those close to me, who I considered friends, turned their back on me, acted as if they hated me. I am a model, straight A student and my teams starting point guard. Is it jealousy that strikes their hearts? The day where I learn my friends are not who I thought they were is painful; as I watch them one by one turn on me I try to say something. But I am overwhelmed by a choking darkness. One by one every last one of them turns their back on me. I realize that the friendship I thought I had was nothing but a plastic act. Out of everyone in my class, one unidentified person shows me they are my friend. This is one thing that fills my heart with happiness in a time of darkness. Now I have truly realized, that outside of friends that I am positive are my friends, I only have one true friend. I know for sure that this friend isn’t plastic.
In the school hallways I see faces. Some happy, sad, angry and some blank. But there is so much more hidden behind these faces, if any they are plastic. Unreal, fake, a show put on for everyone else while something hidden lay beneath. I also see people with emotions, but these too seem plastic. I don’t know what to think, whether my friend is really my friend, of if he/she tolerates me. I feel like a bad person, even though I have never wronged these people. A day comes when my friends can prove to me that they truly are my friends. I watch on shocked as I see the opposite. Their affection suddenly turns to venom. Those close to me, who I considered friends, turned their back on me, acted as if they hated me. I am a model, straight A student and my teams starting point guard. Is it jealousy that strikes their hearts? The day where I learn my friends are not who I thought they were is painful; as I watch them one by one turn on me I try to say something. But I am overwhelmed by a choking darkness. One by one every last one of them turns their back on me. I realize that the friendship I thought I had was nothing but a plastic act. Out of everyone in my class, one unidentified person shows me they are my friend. This is one thing that fills my heart with happiness in a time of darkness. Now I have truly realized, that outside of friends that I am positive are my friends, I only have one true friend. I know for sure that this friend isn’t plastic.
I'm not exactly in the best of moods right now if you can't tell.
(c) Kaleb Builta
