Look at him,What a unsocial boy......
The boy sitting in corner can hear their gossip easily. They want him to hear it. He doesn’t react at all.Cause, he is used to it.
He wasn’t like this. He was really cheerful and friendly. He used to think everyone is his friend.But,it can't be true. People were friend with him for reasons.Once the reason ended they started ignoring. Although they still say "We miss you" a sentence he hates the most.
It's raining heavily. The sky is dark.The boy is sitting beside the window. Thinking about something deeply.He wants to be strong. But,that's just a imagination cause he is too weak.
He looks at others thinking they have a really tough life than him.But,still they are fighting. Then, why can't he stand strong, why he is hurt so easily?
No answer.
He tried to be strong but failed.So,he decided that he wouldn’t make friends again.
Someone called him by his name and asked him to get ready for school. It's his mom.The only person who accepts his real self. The weakself.
But, it feels a burden for him. He doesn’t want to see himself as a portrait of weakness.
He goes out with an umbrella over his head as It's still raining.
As soon as he reached his class he went the corner of the first bench. It's his favourite seat. No one will bother him here. He takes out his earphones and plug it with the phone. Listening to the calm music can separate him from the present world.
He entered his imagination world where he is strong. He meets his past self who is talkative and friendly. He runs through the sunflower field with great joy and freedom. He is not scared of anything. He doesn’t care about what other thinks about him.
"Good morning, class.", he snapped out his thoughts as he heard the teachers voice.
The class ended soon.
"Hey,look at the girl.....damn...she is hot...", he hears his classmates annoying voice. He doesn’t have any interest in anything without music and freedom.
So,he starts listening music again.
After someday a girl asked him," Are you ok?"
He felt irritated but replied that he was ok.
He doesn’t want to hear others fake concern. It reminds him of his past. How fool he was to believe those fake friends.
People have their own dream. But,he doesn’t. He just goes with the flows. He became a doll of others.
Sometimes, his strong imaginary self calls him...
Hey,wake up....if you hide yourself you will never find your trueself.....
He just shuts the imaginary voice down....
He doesn’t know what he is doing......but,he doesn’t care....Maybe,he will never find himself.....
