Darkness envelopes me as I stand alone in this world. Alone without anyone to really confide in. So I stand here pondering over things that are superficial in their meaning. No one suspects me to be as intelligent as I actually am, so I keep that side of me locked in darkness, hidden from the world. I hide behind a mask of social acceptance. I try to get people to accept me for someone I'm not instead of being who I am. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm afraid of what they would think, the criticism they would throw at me. Maybe it has nothing to do with them accepting me. Maybe it's myself that that accept who I am. The way I secretly wish for solitary confinement. How I would rather be alone in peace where I can let my imagination run free. Imagination. It's a wonderful thing, if you know how to use it. People don't realize the strength of ones mind. They neglect their imagination. The set boundaries. My imagination has no limits. It can take me where ever I want, if I let it. So for now I will be a solitary traveler in this world. I will find shelter in my imaginations eye.
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