Quiet Girl

true story. i laughed when i wrote this.

I hate them.

 

I seethe with anger and frustration. I want to slap them all. They would look at me, shuddering at the depth of fire burning in my eyes. I would snarl and they would know how stupid they are in all their games.

 

Hate is such a hellish word.

Why would I even declare such and awful thing?

 

 

 

I despise them.

 

Inside me, my stomach churns with desire. Desire to rip their costumes off to burn in effigy. I would make them watch naked, exposed. How beautiful and strong would they be then?

 

Torture is so cruel.

How could I even dream up such an awful thing?

 

 

 

I tire of them.

 

"Shenanigans." Bah. What a stupid word. I will make my own stupid word so I can make my own clique and exclude them. They will be jealous of my wonderful world that they cannot be a part of.

 

Revenge is so juvenile.

Why would I wish such and awful thing?

 

 

I watch them.

 

Since I cannot outrage at them, I cannot torture them, and I cannot make them my friends, I will sit here alone and be patient. I will be quiet and good and kind.

 

"The quiet girl is always so pleasant."

 

 

 

If only they knew.

Reviews

[Siobhan Welch]

This is beautiful. I can relate to being the "quiet girl." I can also relate to your decision to take the higher road. Very well written and beautifully expressed. Thanks!