The Sheep-Personal Narrative

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I don’t belong within your expanse of life, nor do I fit it. The shadow that follows me grins at my hindrance, whispering those emotionless words that send a shiver through my spine, is it even worth being here, why do you care?. I shift through my own thoughts, it’s probably all I in my head, so I don’t utter a word. At the same time, I’m shunned from your group and talks, I quietly nod and study every movement, I probably even had a whole conversation with you in my head, but it never left my mouth. When did this all begin? Perhaps the moment when I first encountered humans of my own age, for no reason, as I like to say, I was left behind, in all probability to become the sheep all could whisper about. Am I that different, or I’m too boring to …show more content…
Sitting by myself never bothered me, until I was asked--“do you have any friends, why are you sitting alone?”- I never had a the courage to speak up, nevertheless to say what I had in mind, so I just buried myself within my own shadow as it mocked me through all the stares. I would find any excuse to leave that cafeteria, but it taunt me by saying I couldn’t leave, even the cafeteria laughed at my misery. 11 year old I was indeed a great liar, every here and then when my mother or sister would question my day at school, I would always lie in their faces, making up stories that never happened, I couldn’t afford to have my mother worry about such unnecessary thing, she had enough reasons to stress about, that mostly involved my health. In like manner, I found my escape in a virtual world; I would spend hours during the day blankly staring at the computer screen, probably the reason why I became so dull in my human speech. It never occurred to me that I needed to share my hidden emotions to someone other than my alter ego; seek help from someone other than my hopeless