Monologue About Pain

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Why does it hurt? These random times I just feel overwhelemed. From one moment laughter pours out like a waterfall, the next, tears. Why don't they understand? My parents keep sending me to people who 'help' others like me, but they don't. They don't understand. I feel like I'm trapped on a rollercoaster of hatred and nirvana. My mind shifts from normalcy to homicidal in seconds, at times I feel like I am watching some movie about a mans descent into madness. At night, it feels like the world is suffocating me, why? This feeling wells up within me. Yesterday, I got mad at James for not wanting to hang out. Before that, I got mad at mom for serving cold food since I was running late. The day before that I gave up on a project because of a minor inconvienence. Why am I never able to finish things? Why do I always cause pain and suffering? …show more content…

I feel at times I'm dancing on an invisble stage, being strangled by invisible thread while others look on disinterested. They don't see the truth, the pain. They see a broken mask I try and fail to wear. They see the jester, the fool. The class clown making an arse of himself seeking attention, yet brushing it off when recieved. I feel lifeless at home, like a corpse left in the noon sun, rotting away as people pass. I feel like a caged bird with clipped wings, unable to fly even if it could. I feel like the little engine that couldn't because it can't. My reality somehow became insanity. My dreams grew into my paranoia. Life is a curse, and I am bound to it, a slave to it, until the day I am dropped back into the earth like the trash I am. No one understands, no do they care. They just feel...obligated to care as if it there job, well I sure as hell never asked for their help! Why can't they just leave well enough alone without their ideals and 'whats best for me'. I know what well enough is, and that is an end to this shoddy play! An end to the game that I keep playing in the

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