His room dark and unkempt…

Its state reflecting his current and past feelings and emotions…

Sitting alone in the middle of the small uninviting space, he felt angry, but most of all lonely.

Tears came to him easily these days and today was no exception… Yet, he would always find a way to console his anguished soul, and soon enough, he found amusement in watching his salty tears drop unto the snow white paper that lay comfortably on his lap, proudly showing off every single sorrowful word, angrily penned by its current and only possessor.

Memories rose and danced within the confines of his confused yet intelligent mind… Some happy… Some sad, nonetheless, all angered him… Still, the happy ones though he would not admit, brought him some sort of pleasure… but like every happy moment in his life, it stood up to its name and that’s just what it was, a moment. Then it was gone, only to be replaced by thoughts of revenge, revenge and revenge.

Revenge on… On anything he could conjure up and find fault with, no matter how microscopic the blemish.

        His life_ it’s so pathetic.

        His parents_ why did they have to force him into this hell?

        True happiness_ doesn’t exist!

"The point is... No matter what life throws at you, you have to stand up for yourself. Depend on no one..."

They look at me now. I cannot see the sympathy or the concern, so I cannot believe their words. I wander the charred ruins of that place in my mind I try so hard to escape from. Do I really hate it here or am I in denial?

Why am I laughing? It's not funny... Yes it is, my life is a joke so why not laugh with you.

You see it in my eyes, I know what's in your mind. You think you know exactly what's going on. Fool!

Train your eyes to see the truth, I am invisible. You cannot see me, you will never know me. All you know is what your mind tells you to see, hear, touch, feel. Do you feel?

I feel nothing these days, nothing except for the yearning for her. She's gone and you're the one to blame.

You think the people who you slander me with are your friends? Why don't you come and ask me what you said about me yesterday? Still there is no need for anyone to inform me, for if you ask me now, I can tell you what you will say about me tomorrow.

Give up, please... I know you know I know.

This smile that you're seeing, it's rhetorical. If I don't force myself to smile... I can't even think about it. Not that it means anything, really. For I have already slain you in my mind. Cut you off like a branch and tossed into the river that guides my thoughts into the ocean of dreams.