Ying and Yang
By Raeboy
This was really intended to be a drabble, but I accidentally went past the 100 word limit. It is exactly 175 words long. I hope you enjoy it even if it is kind of weird and really short.
To everyone around me, to the whole city and practically all my fans, I am ying. Ying is the white, the good, the happy, and the love. But…I am not ying. I can be so full of turmoil sometimes, and no one notices because I pretend to be ying. The happy one, the jester. Ying.
To everyone around her, she is yang. Yang is the black, the wicked, the rage, and the heartlessness. But she is no more yang than I am ying. She is not really dark; she is protecting everyone with her mask. But no one notices when she shows her happy, caring side, because they simply concept that she is yang. The cold, creepy one. Yang.
We both hide behind our own masks of ying and yang, polar opposites of each other, but when we let these masks come off, no one ever thinks and says, 'maybe they aren't so much like I thought after all.' To the world around us, we are ying and yang, but we are really, truly, gray.