everytime someone beside her cries.... she knows a soul has passed on.
she sees things the way they are to her, and feels complete, solitary, and maybe a little lonely.
then people talk to her and taught her a lot of things.
things like sharing and caring.
she likes people because they don’t threaten her, and they make her feel happy at times.
they exposed her to things she doesn’t know too.
then she shared her thoughts with people.
they say she is not right.
they encouraged her to not think and see things they way she had always seen them
... ... because they cared for her, and it is only for her own good.
she gave their words a bit of thought.... and got confused.
so she tried to get by peaceably.
but people questioned her on her lethargic attitude towards changing for the better.
and as days went by she felt pressure.
so she decides to change and make the pressure she dislikes go away
... ... and her friends happy because they care for her.
no longer does she see things so vividly, and people lost their interest for her point of views.
people have nothing more to mock her and hurry her about and she is once again without pressure.
She thinks she is happy.
Everyone thinks she should be.
Eventually she died a blind person and 60 years later than the day she stopped living.
'she' is not me... ... so fuck whatever care you have for me.
just fucking leave me alone.
