Anger.
Nobody sees it, maybe, but I do. I’ve seen this act a thousand times before because I was one of the main characters.
She likes to be in control. She likes it when guys follow her around wherever she goes. Eyeing at her body, listening to every word she has to say. She likes the attention. Oh dear god, how she likes it. But she makes it seem like she doesn’t, so she can fool herself into thinking that she is a nice person, a humble person, a normal person. You are not normal. You put on a mask to fool yourself while the rest of us try to fool others. What is it that you are trying to achieve?
I see you walk away suddenly because I know you want everyone else to chase you. You don’t wait because you do not want to follow the group. You want the group to follow you. You want to be independent, yet you have no idea what being by yourself truly means. You do not know the true extent of loneliness, nor solitude. You depend on others to depend on you. But that is only socially. Because in truth, you are more alone than you realise. All those friends of yours. Can you even call them that? Do you know what true friendship is?
These friends. They like having you around because of their ulterior motives. They want your body, and not your heart. Can you call them your friends? These are just people whose main goal is to take away your innocence. It is a tragedy to see that you do not have the ability to tell which people are your true friends, and which are just parasites with increased libido and no knowledge of how to use protection, nor how to perform sexual acts or pulling out. Something I’m sure they have daydreamed a thousand times with you.
They want it, and you are teasing them. You are gambling with your life. I worry for you, even when you act as if I am one of them. I am not. I do not fall for your spell because I am not a horny idiot. You are young, and what you are doing now will shape and define who you will be as an adult. And I’m terrified that, that adult will be some cheap, egotistical, narcissistic skank that we all will love to hate.
I see potential in you in becoming a beautiful person. It is too bad that you don’t let that happen. You let your face and body define your beauty. Not your silly jokes or quirkiness.
I want to be your friend. Someone you can rely on and talk to. But you don’t do that because for you, boys are just toys for you to play with.
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“I know you lied.”
