Figment of Nightmares
Not fandom related, just 200 words of personal writing I spewed out in 15 minutes... It's just meant to be me releasing some pent up frustrations, so choose to read at your own discretion.
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I used to cry over being forgotten, falling into the abyss of nothingness where shadows dwell in the nightmares of others. But now I know, maybe it’s better to be forgotten, then to live in memories as a facade, as someone who has been conjured up by the imaginations of others, to be moulded into some perfect being that isn’t me. I’m not the same, I’ve changed. I’m no longer that innocent child, that mature soul. I am bitter, broken, poisonous. Don’t tell me that you’re trying to keep us together. They’re all lies, you’re all lies, everything is a lie. Lame excuses have never been so obvious, even you can tell, even you can admit it. Why bother? You tell me you’re sleep deprived, that it wasn’t your intention. So I’ve become a figment of nightmares, chasing your consciousness as you lie awake at night, guilt eating away at your dreams. I may be overdramatic, but at least I’m not pretentious. Se me for the real me, not a straight A nerd who hid behind a veil of shyness. See the bitter, broken, poisonous girl who is near breaking point, who writes gay fanfiction to let off steam, who wants to be everything but what people want her to be.
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I used to cry over being forgotten, falling into the abyss of nothingness where shadows dwell in the nightmares of others. But now I know, maybe it’s better to be forgotten, then to live in memories as a facade, as someone who has been conjured up by the imaginations of others, to be moulded into some perfect being that isn’t me. I’m not the same, I’ve changed. I’m no longer that innocent child, that mature soul. I am bitter, broken, poisonous. Don’t tell me that you’re trying to keep us together. They’re all lies, you’re all lies, everything is a lie. Lame excuses have never been so obvious, even you can tell, even you can admit it. Why bother? You tell me you’re sleep deprived, that it wasn’t your intention. So I’ve become a figment of nightmares, chasing your consciousness as you lie awake at night, guilt eating away at your dreams. I may be overdramatic, but at least I’m not pretentious. Se me for the real me, not a straight A nerd who hid behind a veil of shyness. See the bitter, broken, poisonous girl who is near breaking point, who writes gay fanfiction to let off steam, who wants to be everything but what people want her to be.