Alone
By: Cartman's Girl
Notes. Man I'm pulling an all nighter here, well, typing anyway. How many Zim stories have I written in under four days?! I forget! ¬_¬
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The stars sure are beautiful... I could gaze up at them forever if given half the chance. They never shone so brightly as they did tonight, it's as if the sky above was doing this just for me, and only me. These moments were what I treasured more then anything else in the whole universe, just being here, alone with my thoughts.
What are my thoughts? Well, they aren't all as crazy as people say they are. Sometimes I think straight and just do what's right, but then things blow up in my face and once again, I'm left to be laughed at by them.
Oh, if only they knew the true pain I went through. Their jokes, their looks, the laughter... it hurts me so, but I can't let them know that. For if I show my weak side, they'll use that against me and cause me more grief, and that is the last thing I ever want on this planet.
Even the person I'm close to more then anyone else would never understand me. Always wrapped up in it's own world, it rarely bothers to ask how I'm feeling, or what's going on in my head. It's always them, them them. When will it be my turn? Probably never.
Then there are the others... I try so hard to make them proud, but I've ruined every chance I've gotten. I feel awful. I feel lower then dirt under a graveyard and worse then that.
Course I'd never tell anyone how I really feel, or how I really work or think. They'd call me crazy, more crazy then I am now and I don't want that. As I said before, more grief is the last thing in the world I want.
Ah, the world. Such an inviting place, is it not? If you think that's true, then you're living a fantasy. The world isn't inviting. It's a cold, harsh, and cruel place full of people out to get you given half the chance. Specially him.
Oh if he knew only a quarter what I knew, then he'd have me right where he wants me. But, of course, I'm far more superior to him any day, and it will never happen. Although, sometimes I get the feeling he does get the better of me, it feels like a fading dream but somehow, somewhere he's got the last laugh while I rot.
I miss the old days, of when I took happiness for granted and never thought those days would last. Happiness? My mind must be wandering, my life was never happy. Only for that brief shining moment when I felt needed, appreciated, accepted... but it was dashed aside like I was nothing, and now I realise that it's a joke. Everything is a big joke.
Do I sound familiar to you? I probably do, in some way or another. We all have moments in our lives, be them long or short, when we just question our existence in this universe and just ask ourselves, why are we here?
I've been asking myself that for as long as I can remember. She left me when I was young, she said she loved me but she left. I always tell myself she'll come back one day, to hold me in her arms again and let me call her `Mom'. But now I understand that will never happen, I tell myself it's stupid to have such feelings.
Yet when I look at the stars I can see her smiling at me, like the times she did. I can almost outline her face in the stars, one of the many reasons I sit here every night, star gazing.
Yes, the universe is a vast place for anyone to live, especially a small being like myself. But I'm going to over come it all, I know I am.
I'm going to prove to those who doubt me that I really can do it, and I am important and make myself stand out against the large crowd I'm flooded in each day. I shall raise my head high, bare my teeth and yell to the world...
"I am Zim."
The End.
By: Cartman's Girl
Notes. Man I'm pulling an all nighter here, well, typing anyway. How many Zim stories have I written in under four days?! I forget! ¬_¬
~*~
The stars sure are beautiful... I could gaze up at them forever if given half the chance. They never shone so brightly as they did tonight, it's as if the sky above was doing this just for me, and only me. These moments were what I treasured more then anything else in the whole universe, just being here, alone with my thoughts.
What are my thoughts? Well, they aren't all as crazy as people say they are. Sometimes I think straight and just do what's right, but then things blow up in my face and once again, I'm left to be laughed at by them.
Oh, if only they knew the true pain I went through. Their jokes, their looks, the laughter... it hurts me so, but I can't let them know that. For if I show my weak side, they'll use that against me and cause me more grief, and that is the last thing I ever want on this planet.
Even the person I'm close to more then anyone else would never understand me. Always wrapped up in it's own world, it rarely bothers to ask how I'm feeling, or what's going on in my head. It's always them, them them. When will it be my turn? Probably never.
Then there are the others... I try so hard to make them proud, but I've ruined every chance I've gotten. I feel awful. I feel lower then dirt under a graveyard and worse then that.
Course I'd never tell anyone how I really feel, or how I really work or think. They'd call me crazy, more crazy then I am now and I don't want that. As I said before, more grief is the last thing in the world I want.
Ah, the world. Such an inviting place, is it not? If you think that's true, then you're living a fantasy. The world isn't inviting. It's a cold, harsh, and cruel place full of people out to get you given half the chance. Specially him.
Oh if he knew only a quarter what I knew, then he'd have me right where he wants me. But, of course, I'm far more superior to him any day, and it will never happen. Although, sometimes I get the feeling he does get the better of me, it feels like a fading dream but somehow, somewhere he's got the last laugh while I rot.
I miss the old days, of when I took happiness for granted and never thought those days would last. Happiness? My mind must be wandering, my life was never happy. Only for that brief shining moment when I felt needed, appreciated, accepted... but it was dashed aside like I was nothing, and now I realise that it's a joke. Everything is a big joke.
Do I sound familiar to you? I probably do, in some way or another. We all have moments in our lives, be them long or short, when we just question our existence in this universe and just ask ourselves, why are we here?
I've been asking myself that for as long as I can remember. She left me when I was young, she said she loved me but she left. I always tell myself she'll come back one day, to hold me in her arms again and let me call her `Mom'. But now I understand that will never happen, I tell myself it's stupid to have such feelings.
Yet when I look at the stars I can see her smiling at me, like the times she did. I can almost outline her face in the stars, one of the many reasons I sit here every night, star gazing.
Yes, the universe is a vast place for anyone to live, especially a small being like myself. But I'm going to over come it all, I know I am.
I'm going to prove to those who doubt me that I really can do it, and I am important and make myself stand out against the large crowd I'm flooded in each day. I shall raise my head high, bare my teeth and yell to the world...
"I am Zim."
The End.
