Close your eyes and picture yourself.

A protagonist walking down the pathways as the sunset glistens. 

Shining on you.. 

Only you. 

With every step you take a familiar face smoothly intercepts your vision, breaking the sweet silence. 

Vibrant characters. 

A cliché of mannequins surrounding you with personalities which seem too perfect to be true, accompanied with no flaws. 

"how am I blessed with such friends?" 

I pondered as I gaze onwards with the night consuming the light I walk towards. 

A plot only about me. 

Characters who only love me. 

The world which revolves around me. 

Ah. 

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Such a beautiful world to be in. 

Am I an individual who craves attention? 

I don't think so. 

I'm scared of the opposite scenario. 

People infesting you with negative emotions. 

As a boy prided with morals who was taught to restrain. 

Restrain. Restrain. Restrain. Restrain. Restrain. Restrain. Restrain. Restrain. 

Huh. 

Writing this out feels much better. 

Imagining to myself a glass bottle in my mind with drips of blood as it slowly embraces the vessel to calm oneself. 

I've come to my senses now with the rupture in my imagination. Feelings of ridiculous hatred filled my soul, interrupting our talk. 

Let's get back to the topic shall we? 

Individuals who only know how to insult and stain in order to increase their status, I was scared of this the most. 

Why did they insult me when I had done nothing?

Why was I insulted when I kept quiet? 

Was I so weak I wasn't even acknowledged as a person? 

Oh how my innocence twisted. 

Thoughts of making friends turned into thoughts of torturing and killing. 

I was scared of my self for these thoughts but I got used to them. 

I now understand why there is a thin line between evil and good. Hatred and anger.

Possibly innocence and twistedness. 

The purest of hearts when subjected to hate will turn that blinding white light into a pitch black darkness. After all, why would they expect to be hated when they had done absolutely no wrong?

I wasn't even the main character of my own life. 

I want to laugh but it's so sad and pathetic I can't. 

So I go on with my robotic lifestyle as not a protagonist. But as just a person. 

Hoping one day I'll find those cliché friends. 

And be able to smile and pose with emotions without having to pretend.