
And I play along... Letting them bury themselves deeper and deeper in the fallacies they create to court attention. How shiny and bright they seem. How lustre-less and bland they are. No depth, nor beauty beyond the colours they paint themselves with, and the borrowed feathers they wear. So removed from the truth - all their words, and all their acts. They really believe people can not see their real faces. Perhaps this is the only innocent thought that ever crossed their minds?
They are all snakes, waiting to strike as they slither in your sleeve... And sometimes when I take the covers off their concealed realities - exposing what and who they really are, they hiss in angry tones, 'We are not your friends! You have hurt us!'
I ask, 'You were my friend?'
They have no answer to give.
It always saddens me when I am forced to accept who they really are. Deep down in my heart I wish... That for once, just once, I may have read them wrongly, unjustly. For once I should be mistaken and them desperately misunderstood. Not one has said yet, that I 'misunderstood' them, only that our 'friendship' is over... I wish my hardest that for once I am wrong, that for once they are real, that for once all they speak is the truth.
Oh, Stupid World! Give me one real friend?
-JB
4 comments:
hmmm, interesting post. I shall meditate over it and post my analysis.
- AG
Me.
OK, read thru it a few times and my stupid mind came up with 2 questions.
1) What if they don't even know this about themselves, don't you think its ur duty as their friend to tell them?
2) You did'nt define a real friend, how would the world know what to give you?
- AG
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