Because of the idiocy of some people. .-. ~~ I stand with my back straightened, holding my ragged breath as my gallant sword gleams in the sunlight. The war around me rages on, and I can hear the shouts echoing throughout the desert, but I pay no attention to them. Slowly, the battlefield fizzles away, pixel by pixel, before finally clearing into my ordinary life. Shouts replaced by chatter; swords replaced the dignified smiles of people. But I have no sword. I am alone. I am left without anything to defend myself with. People push past me, but I pay no attention. I don't want to pay attention. Who am I to? I see glares being shot at me, and fierce whispers sound in my ears, but again, I stay oblivious. Soon, everyone is laughing and pointing and giving nasty remarks to the lone person standing in the middle of the corridor. My back is still straightened, and my hands balled up at my sides. I do not feel sadness, or shame. Instead, I feel pity for what this world has become. The lowlifes stare at me, but I have done nothing wrong. Standing is not a crime. So why mind me? Why judge me? Judgement and pride stirs and plays with the veins of humans, toying with their mind. What has happened to this world? The whispers go on, but I only clench my fists tighter. You don't know me. You don't know my story. You have no RIGHT to judge me. I have done NOTHING to you. I have never even seen you in my life. Yet, you give me those awkward glances, rolling your eyes and whispering false judgements behind your fleshy palms at someone else's eager ear. Please, don't pollute their mind with your lies. Rumors will spread, and soon, I will be known as the freak. People will make harsh stories about my past, but that's what they are. Lies. Stupid, untrue lies. I do not speak for myself, but for everyone you have judged. They have done nothing to you, yet you ridicule them because of how they look? How they talk? Pathetic. The human race has fallen into this illusion that words are harmless, that it isn't their fault. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." Whoever made that quote has never laid their eyes on a loser, a freak, who, in all, are just misunderstood people. And as I stand in front of the battlefield, watching as the bullets come piercing through my skin, I do not prevail. Let them hit me. Let them slash my clothes endlessly, my armor weakening. But I will not go down. I will stand my ground, chin up, ready for the cannonballs that are headed my way. I stand in the battlefield, ready for war. ~~ DON'T LET OTHERS DEFINE YOU Don't judge. ;u; -Oneshot-
This is amazing Andi. It really is. It's easy for me connect to. You should make it a story. Continue it.
Thank you Angela and Twin <3 Yes, I know how you feel. In school, I'm not judged that much, but in public, I feel like people often stare at me weirdly and I just sometimes have to urge to say, "YOU WANNA TELL ME SOMETHING? GO AHEAD." I'd rather they tell me I'm weird in person than talk about it behind my back. I embrace my weirdness.
༺Amazing.༻ You have the correct way of saying it, you do a good job in the community. Good luck on the story. ~Toxic
It's very true, the way these quotes bind up together. They show that be who you are, do not play the gimmicks other people role to make themselves the more extraordinary person. They are full of lies, and you are the only one that can aspire to greatness. People are foolish to judge someone on how they act or feel, it's a matter of principle. We do not care for your idiotic responses, nor your unrelated gibberish, we are here in this world to get through life, and make most of it, not have obstacles created by people. We are not weak. We are not frail. Only we will prevail. And we will conquer every streak. Still and stones, will break my bones, But the words are demeaning. I think that what people describe in books about the lives of others, it bothers me. Why care for foolishness. Just shake it off. This world is not make for crap, nor shall people stand up to it. This message is very clear, and I hope the world understands that. Arise. ~Toxic This is more of a speech about it, just to confer my regards on this story. Good job
This is what I want it books. Utter confidence. Not lovely dovely. (No offense to others, some are very good, I'm a fantasy entitler.) Most of the books I read are like Andi's story, and I incredibly are humble for the authors. And like Blackened. It shows how real we are. We need utter confidence. And the world is getting worse by more people poisoning it.
I'm just giving my true statement. Sorry if this is clogging up the story or somewhat, I just wanted to give my regards on the book, that's what I like.
._. Yeah, I was having one of those- Oh-my-goodness-this-could-be-good-for-a-speech-or-book-but-I-think-it -shall-give-a-rad-message- Moment. Lol