It wasn’t meant for me to read, seeing as how it was about me, against me. But I happened to chance upon that half thought out remark.
And that was when I realized; no matter how much I think myself above people’s influence, above their demeaning glances and acidic thoughts – I truly am not.
Trying to be is far from being.
As the saying goes, that words cannot hurt a person – I find myself believing in it until the very moment that those words are sent shooting toward me. At that moment, it feels worse than needles being twisted under my skin.
Should we die of the pain? Or stand meekly letting it twist and do nothing? Should we defiantly rip out the metal and throw it back?
I won’t pretend that I know which is the right choice.
