Authors Note -
Hello there you wonderful readers you! This is just a little something I
typed while I was in a really bad mood. This is set in Tom Riddles POV,
when he made his decision to become bad. (that's right, you bright sparks
LORD VOLDERMORT!) I personally don't think its any good, but I don't really
like anything I do.
PLEASE REVIEW ME!!! Flames will be laughed at, like this MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA etc etc..
Soon...
I look into my reflection and what do I see. I see a young man. I see something familiar within him. I see that he is afraid. He thinks that no one recognizes who he is. He is wrong. I know who he is. He is the one who cries when he is alone. Looking into his eyes through right into the soul. He is scared to face his own reality. His world. None of the people who care seem to hear his hidden cries. He is left to face himself, alone.
Abruptly the young man is snapped from the world in which his head resided. We have come to a decision, the reflection and I. We are sick of speaking words which no one understands. Sick of hearing Them in a whisper and not been heard in a scream. Time to make ourselves heard.
I am always being told that I am no good. Well I have stopped caring what they say. They always give me a hard time. Always trying to put me in my place like I don't already know where I am. Someone is constantly trying to push me to one side like I am always in the way. They are always trying to get in my face as if I don't know who I am. I won't turn away. I refuse to try to hide. Even though I am screaming. I don't close my eyes. I know what lies behind them, but I don't turn out the light. I never sleep and never die.
They are talking about me. I can hear them, you know. Their voices. The echoes of their minds. The echoes of the people who say they care. They say they understand me. They think that understand what I am about. The only problem is, I know. I know what goes on in their minds. They don't care. They don't like me. They don't understand me. They will never understand me.
They don't want me around. They said I was out of touch with their world. I keep my self locked away, inside. Keeping my distance from their lies. Their reality. They have forced me to this. To build my own world. A place where their sandpaper thoughts can no longer grate away at my sanity. Where they finally see the bigger picture. Soon it will be time to show them my world. Soon.
I know when they see me they laugh. They laugh at me. "Oh look at him" they say "Look at his clothes." You see, I know what they are saying. Thinking. They think I am afraid to react. Well the joke is on them. While they have been playing, I have been plotting. While they have been spending, I have been saving. The game is almost over and the time has come where they have to acknowledge me. I want to see their faces when they realize that it is me who has brought them down. Soon they will understand. Soon.
PLEASE REVIEW ME!!! Flames will be laughed at, like this MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA etc etc..
Soon...
I look into my reflection and what do I see. I see a young man. I see something familiar within him. I see that he is afraid. He thinks that no one recognizes who he is. He is wrong. I know who he is. He is the one who cries when he is alone. Looking into his eyes through right into the soul. He is scared to face his own reality. His world. None of the people who care seem to hear his hidden cries. He is left to face himself, alone.
Abruptly the young man is snapped from the world in which his head resided. We have come to a decision, the reflection and I. We are sick of speaking words which no one understands. Sick of hearing Them in a whisper and not been heard in a scream. Time to make ourselves heard.
I am always being told that I am no good. Well I have stopped caring what they say. They always give me a hard time. Always trying to put me in my place like I don't already know where I am. Someone is constantly trying to push me to one side like I am always in the way. They are always trying to get in my face as if I don't know who I am. I won't turn away. I refuse to try to hide. Even though I am screaming. I don't close my eyes. I know what lies behind them, but I don't turn out the light. I never sleep and never die.
They are talking about me. I can hear them, you know. Their voices. The echoes of their minds. The echoes of the people who say they care. They say they understand me. They think that understand what I am about. The only problem is, I know. I know what goes on in their minds. They don't care. They don't like me. They don't understand me. They will never understand me.
They don't want me around. They said I was out of touch with their world. I keep my self locked away, inside. Keeping my distance from their lies. Their reality. They have forced me to this. To build my own world. A place where their sandpaper thoughts can no longer grate away at my sanity. Where they finally see the bigger picture. Soon it will be time to show them my world. Soon.
I know when they see me they laugh. They laugh at me. "Oh look at him" they say "Look at his clothes." You see, I know what they are saying. Thinking. They think I am afraid to react. Well the joke is on them. While they have been playing, I have been plotting. While they have been spending, I have been saving. The game is almost over and the time has come where they have to acknowledge me. I want to see their faces when they realize that it is me who has brought them down. Soon they will understand. Soon.