Not a Suicide Note: Revised Edition
They are making a fool out of me.
They can sense my strength, they can feel my uniqueness, and that is what keeps them restless.
They take me as an alien or a rebel, so they disapprove me altogether. Some are kind, so they tend to make me feel understood. They hardly change their own principles, but make me change mine. They wanted to change my glasses so that I could see the world the way they want.
They make me suffer for the unseen things. They live their life in a way that gives me a constant sense of guilt. Yes, I am responsible for their hurt and tears, this is what they want me to think. They keep on giving me some small amounts of sympathies to make me feel protected, and pleasures to keep me curious, but they spend the greater time in making me feel sad and tired… Or precisely “Tied”.
They make me live under certain patterns, and make me believe that it is the only way. They put conditions that take my freedom. They bound me to the promises of a better tomorrow for which I will be held responsible. They do anything to make me suffer during the time when my life has the greatest amount of passion and zeal. They distract me from all the places till I start feeling that my passions are worthless. They take the worth out of everything… every little thing that is a source of joy for me now.
They are making a fool out of me. Yes, all of them.
I won’t let anyone kill me.
Wednesday, the 13th March, 2013