Misery
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The early birds chirp their familiar song, singing of their joy and happyness at the new day. The morning dew coats the ground, a sweet sent that tickles the nose. The sky is water blue, clear of all clouds and free to show the brilliant sun.
People walk around the village, laughing and cheering. They talk with their family, their loved ones, their friends. They tell tales of happiness, of romance, of adventure. Their comrades laugh at them, tell them that they share the same feelings, laugh at the jokes. So peaceful and happy the town of Vale.
Except to me.
I walk down the street, wondering how people can be so cheerful and happy. It doesn't make sense how eveyone else can have a good time yet I am reduced to nothingness. Do I have friends? Yes, but they don't have time for me. Do I have family? Only a sister, and she is too busy to waste time with me. Do I have a love? Yes and no.
I see her. She walks down the street, a brilliant smile on her face. She is gleeful and happy, happy because she has a loved one, one that cares for her. Little does she know that she has two lovers...
The times we spent together were so joyful and happy. And then she suddenly announces that she will spend her life with HIM. And of me? I get tossed aside like used goods, something that served a purpose and outlived usefulness.
What of my talents? Sure, I come from a powerful culture, but I am little more than a shadow of the past, an insult to the bloodline. My abilities are the same as hers, and they rely on her more than me.
I walk by a group. I feel their stares, their attempts to silence their snickering. I hear them laugh and tell jokes as I travel on, my efforts to ignore them in vain. They call me short, and they are right. I am short, and nothing I can do can rectify this. But what truly hurts is when SHE jokes of it.
I see her still, almost skipping down the path. She walks past me, a bright smile on her face. She looks past me, and I know what she favors with that smile. She loves him, and I was simply convineant.
How quaint.
I don't know why I keep going. Everyone jokes of me, noone has time for me, and the only one I loved rejected me. Why?
Why?
Why do I exist? Why do I keep going? Is it to try and earn her love? Is it to show the village that I have uses? Is it to to earn their respect?
Or is it that I am hopeful, hopeful that she will one day show me her affection?
I do not know, yet that small gleam of hope still shines, through the darkness of my life, it shines through. It keeps me going.
It keeps my misery going.
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Sheba - 0.0
T. Hamma - You wrote a WIN-
*clamps her mouth shut* ^^;;; Let the readers decide what is what. ^_^
Sheba - Hmm, gee. Who else is short in this story?
-_- I do NOT own Golden Sun! REVIEW!!
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The early birds chirp their familiar song, singing of their joy and happyness at the new day. The morning dew coats the ground, a sweet sent that tickles the nose. The sky is water blue, clear of all clouds and free to show the brilliant sun.
People walk around the village, laughing and cheering. They talk with their family, their loved ones, their friends. They tell tales of happiness, of romance, of adventure. Their comrades laugh at them, tell them that they share the same feelings, laugh at the jokes. So peaceful and happy the town of Vale.
Except to me.
I walk down the street, wondering how people can be so cheerful and happy. It doesn't make sense how eveyone else can have a good time yet I am reduced to nothingness. Do I have friends? Yes, but they don't have time for me. Do I have family? Only a sister, and she is too busy to waste time with me. Do I have a love? Yes and no.
I see her. She walks down the street, a brilliant smile on her face. She is gleeful and happy, happy because she has a loved one, one that cares for her. Little does she know that she has two lovers...
The times we spent together were so joyful and happy. And then she suddenly announces that she will spend her life with HIM. And of me? I get tossed aside like used goods, something that served a purpose and outlived usefulness.
What of my talents? Sure, I come from a powerful culture, but I am little more than a shadow of the past, an insult to the bloodline. My abilities are the same as hers, and they rely on her more than me.
I walk by a group. I feel their stares, their attempts to silence their snickering. I hear them laugh and tell jokes as I travel on, my efforts to ignore them in vain. They call me short, and they are right. I am short, and nothing I can do can rectify this. But what truly hurts is when SHE jokes of it.
I see her still, almost skipping down the path. She walks past me, a bright smile on her face. She looks past me, and I know what she favors with that smile. She loves him, and I was simply convineant.
How quaint.
I don't know why I keep going. Everyone jokes of me, noone has time for me, and the only one I loved rejected me. Why?
Why?
Why do I exist? Why do I keep going? Is it to try and earn her love? Is it to show the village that I have uses? Is it to to earn their respect?
Or is it that I am hopeful, hopeful that she will one day show me her affection?
I do not know, yet that small gleam of hope still shines, through the darkness of my life, it shines through. It keeps me going.
It keeps my misery going.
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Sheba - 0.0
T. Hamma - You wrote a WIN-
*clamps her mouth shut* ^^;;; Let the readers decide what is what. ^_^
Sheba - Hmm, gee. Who else is short in this story?
-_- I do NOT own Golden Sun! REVIEW!!
