Unmistaken_Yet_Unknown_ I _Remain_ A _Myth

In a world filled with so many captivating pleasures, I find myself incontent. Now constantly trying to hide every essence of emotion has been my only objective. Have I been punished? Subjected to this world, to watch as everyone around me take part in something that brings them joy and happiness. These are the things that in which I am constantly in thought.

It sickens me so, to watch how simple things get taken for granted. And yet, I can do nothing. How can I? Why should I? No one seems to care. And finally, when I do take a step to share what I feel, I am looked upon as a rebel or trouble maker; which makes me more angrier at the world.

I blame myself for what I have become. Someone who care about nothing; not even life itself. I linger everyday, and with each moment, longing for a way to escape. For me the world has gotten so ugly. Deprived of the very essence which makes life worth living. This is my world.

I am subjected constantly with the anguishing feeling of wanting to escape. But how can I when this is the only world I know?

Impurities lye within me, embedded within my mind, body and perhaps my soul. I fight to contain them and many are often willing to share my struggle. Although acquiring thes many plagues were not of my own accord; but of my own negligance, I am still forced to bear them alone.

Everyday is a constant battle to suppress and pass this contained infestation to somehow rid me of this death. Often it appears to be shy, yet I understand that it may be contagious. It takes my all to endure the loneliness that comes from the isolation of myself from others. Even though I am a victim already, many are willing to still fight to invade my life.

There are barriers that can be implicated and strategies to fight. Yet, I chose to stand-alone. My battle, my fight; for I am now the carrier. Will it devour me and leave me for dead? I have no hope. I have ran out of options. There is nowhere to turn. If I only had a single ailment, then maybe a cure could be sought. Tragically to say, the contained infestation that has come over me is compiled of many multiple impurities. I reamain uncleansed.