Too short to be considered fic. In case a couple of you remember seeing this, I think this actually made it into my lj, but since I'm on a posting spree, I'll just stick it on here. Before you ask, no, this isn't based

on myself or anything like that. Just a random thought that spurned a rambling fic. I do that from time to time. hehe

Jade

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Don’t look at me.

Can’t I just hide from your prying eyes? Can there be no peace of mind that for a small amount of time I can be forgotten? I don’t see myself as you see me. Behind masks and shadows I wait until it’s safe to come out without being judged, belittled, or worse. Do my words ever strike a chord in you to make you think?

If you look at me, I will shrink back into the nonexistence I’ve grown accustomed to. Don’t watch or you’ll witness a death by darkness; another person lost to the somberness of life. Bending and yielding to suit society, the happiness once held would no longer be. Now, you are but another one of them, plotting their way through living without wanting more.

Help me understand why it’s acceptable to associate when only in your best interest? Cast the shadow of doubt upon the suspicion that grows like wildfire day by day until there is nothing left but the ash of fun long since forgotten. Is that the best one can expect from life?

Hearing comments tossed back and forth regarding beauty only adds to the realization that for the oddball, beauty does not exist. Its merely another standard society uses to suck them in and bend them to fit the criteria that most of the populous wants to see and hear. What of those who fall through the cracks? If I were to fall, would you catch me?

I don’t want you to see my pain. Pain is a luxury that shows vulnerability, which in turn gives away to weakness. I’ll retreat back to the shadows, hiding once again until I dare trust again.

I was not here. You imagined me. . . I am nothing.

Don’t look at me.