Ziggy's Diary
Entry 22-Personality Change
I usually don't do this very often. Instead I try to forget about it so then I can act as if it never happened. So then I might have some excuse for my lack of emotion. So then that small voice can stop laughing at me. I need that curtain, that something, that can let me hide. Today was different. That hiding place was gone and I was forced to look upon the man, straight into his haunting eyes. They seemed to glare at me as if I had did something wrong. His hand came at me and pushed me. My anger flared, I wanted to do something about it, but a sense of foreboding took over my whole demeanor and I wished I could look away. I was scared and I hated myself for it. Then came the pity. How can one person embody these feelings all at once? A complicated one. And how would that person sort it out? Maybe that person left it all alone; let it flourish until it was all the person could be. Too shy, too introverted to let anyone witness my confusion I became the one person I wasn't.