He knew he didn’t fit, and would never belong - not in this
world. He was shunned and ousted, rejected from all corners - even from those
that were suppose to protect and care for him.
And every morning he would wake and put on the mask of indifference
that gave him strength. And he would hold his head up and face them, striding
through his day as though he were one of them.
But sometimes, when the night drew in and the endless dark
of loneliness descended, he would allow the mask to fall, and succumb to the pain;
letting the hopelessness overwhelm him, while his body wracked with sobs of
grief.
We all wear masks so well...so sad and so misunderstood.
ReplyDeleteThis could be the start of a great novel! I can see several different paths from this beginning.
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