Moments of complete silence, you find yourself sitting in
the room on your own, eyes straight ahead unblinking. You look so still, so
calm but no one would think that your head is about to explode with all the
things that you've been keeping in.
Charles Xavier said something along the lines of “taking
in your pain, taking in everyone else’s pain. That pain will make you stronger,
and bear it without breaking.”
But everyone has their limits. Even a level five mind
reader like Charles Xavier has his limits.
The things that bother me, I hardly ever tell it to the
one supposedly closest to me because I can’t handle being the one who is
weaker. Instead I keep it to myself. And when I do want to let them know it
turns into something that shouldn’t have happened.
I only have myself to blame, my weak mine to blame.
Screw you mind.
You ruined what was meant to be a great night.
My tummy hurts now.
Lost and confused, I have nothing to work for it feels
like.
And now I lost track of what it was that I wanted to
write.
