KIARA
Broken
I'm sitting with friends, no, I'm surrounded by friends. Everyone their knows me and likes me. I sit back and watch them all talk, and laugh, and have a good time, and all of a sudden, I feel lonely.
I feel deeply, achingly, lonely.
I don't know why at first.
If I wanted, I could join into a conversation and be happy. I could distract myself again. And in a moment, I probably will.
But for a second, I realize.
They don't know me. They wouldn't understand me without this face. I couldn't talk to these people about my disgusting flaws. They probably don't really care either. This is all a distraction.
And then I go back to the conversation, and then I smile.
I feel deeply, achingly, lonely.
I don't know why at first.
If I wanted, I could join into a conversation and be happy. I could distract myself again. And in a moment, I probably will.
But for a second, I realize.
They don't know me. They wouldn't understand me without this face. I couldn't talk to these people about my disgusting flaws. They probably don't really care either. This is all a distraction.
And then I go back to the conversation, and then I smile.