My Acquaintance

Ann is an acquaintance. I dislike her. I've known her all of my life and wish I never knew her at all. We lost touch for some time but I have been seeing her a lot more lately, much to my dismay. I've been seeing her so much that it's almost as if we are very close. Almost as if she and I were the same person.

Anyway, Ann writes. She wrote this and I decided I would post it.



I am my own tormentor.
My imperfections plague
me, constantly clouding my
mind, urging my hatred towards
who I am and what I look like.

My feelings and thoughts are
meaningless streams of nothing
that flow regrettably through my
life as a constant reminder of how
much of a nuisance I am to myself
and to everyone I know.

The light in me is slowly fading.
Darkness clouds my visions, turning
my dreams into ridiculous ideas I
crumple up and throw away, never
bringing them back.

My life is a constant nightmare.
Loneliness overwhelms me on a
constant basis. No one really knows
who I am though I am sure they would
hate the reality as much as they already
hate the mask I now wear.

I have no one.
There is only me.
A pity... since I can't even stand my own
company.

Happiness is nothing but a cruel lie,
enticing me at first with the warmth of his
touch, his kind words, but he takes it all
away with his thoughtless actions which
speaks volumes to me. He is a lie.
I am a lie.

I am forgettable.
No one remembers me or cares to
acknowledge that I even exist. I am
an embarrassment of the worst kind.
A girl not worth knowing.

Hideous.
Dumb.
Annoying.
Dull.

Me in a nutshell.

Loneliness is a well known friend of mine.
I welcome him begrudgingly.