I am always the silent one:
Silence. Silence invades my mind every morning. No matter how much I try to regain
control, silence always wins. I begin my day as usual by waking up at 06:20 to get dressed.
By 07:00 I am in school, patiently awaiting the commencement of the school day,
anticipating whether today, by some miraculous act of God, will be any different from all the
other despondent days of my existence.
As time slowly crawls by, the school is populated by hundreds of teenagers strutting in all
directions; their effortless confidence taunts me, reminding me of yet another one of the
many qualities I lack. And here I am staggering about, possessing the gait of one who does
not belong. As I enter my class, I can feel the disdainful stares of those around me – like
nails being thrown at me from all directions.
Some days are worse than others – sometimes the nails are blunt toothpicks, and
sometimes they are spears. Why am I cursed with this unbearable fate? Why are my
enduring circumstances always so dire? I’ve lost count of the amount of times I have asked
myself these questions, and I’ve surmised that it is just the will of God. “All the world's a
stage, and all the men and women merely players.” My role is simply one of despair and
melancholy.
I survive the day at school, only to go home and have my mind assaulted with unspoken
epithets. “How was school, darling?”, asks my mother, to which I half-heartedly reply, “It
was decent, I guess.” Why did I remain silent? Then, in an eternal moment, almost
inexplicable, a tiny spark of courage develops deep within me, illuminating my gloomy soul.
Like how a small boat sailing on the sea has the ability to set enormous waves into motion, I
might only have one match but I can cause an explosion. All those things I didn’t say are like
wrecking balls swinging from end to end in my mind, never subsiding. They beg me to let
them out; my will to resist dwindles, like sand down an hour glass. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I
will let loose the raging fire inside me. Tomorrow I will make sure I belong. Tomorrow,
tomorrow, tomorrow…
At 22:00 I go to sleep. As I drift away into the tranquil darkness, I feel my thoughts fading –
my mind is now at peace.
I awaken at 06:20. Silence. Nothing but a deafening silence. Silence invades my mind every
morning. No matter how much I try to regain control, silence always wins.
Always.
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Silence. Silence invades my mind every morning. No matter how much I try to regain
control, silence always wins. I begin my day as usual by waking up at 06:20 to get dressed.
By 07:00 I am in school, patiently awaiting the commencement of the school day,
anticipating whether today, by some miraculous act of God, will be any different from all the
other despondent days of my existence.
As time slowly crawls by, the school is populated by hundreds of teenagers strutting in all
directions; their effortless confidence taunts me, reminding me of yet another one of the
many qualities I lack. And here I am staggering about, possessing the gait of one who does
not belong. As I enter my class, I can feel the disdainful stares of those around me – like
nails being thrown at me from all directions.
Some days are worse than others – sometimes the nails are blunt toothpicks, and
sometimes they are spears. Why am I cursed with this unbearable fate? Why are my
enduring circumstances always so dire? I’ve lost count of the amount of times I have asked
myself these questions, and I’ve surmised that it is just the will of God. “All the world's a
stage, and all the men and women merely players.” My role is simply one of despair and
melancholy.
I survive the day at school, only to go home and have my mind assaulted with unspoken
epithets. “How was school, darling?”, asks my mother, to which I half-heartedly reply, “It
was decent, I guess.” Why did I remain silent? Then, in an eternal moment, almost
inexplicable, a tiny spark of courage develops deep within me, illuminating my gloomy soul.
Like how a small boat sailing on the sea has the ability to set enormous waves into motion, I
might only have one match but I can cause an explosion. All those things I didn’t say are like
wrecking balls swinging from end to end in my mind, never subsiding. They beg me to let
them out; my will to resist dwindles, like sand down an hour glass. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I
will let loose the raging fire inside me. Tomorrow I will make sure I belong. Tomorrow,
tomorrow, tomorrow…
At 22:00 I go to sleep. As I drift away into the tranquil darkness, I feel my thoughts fading –
my mind is now at peace.
I awaken at 06:20. Silence. Nothing but a deafening silence. Silence invades my mind every
morning. No matter how much I try to regain control, silence always wins.
Always.
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