Sealed Wounds Of A Girl..!!!

The world around me is numb. People out there are busy cursing and criticizing others. Here I am standing in the vicinity of river- observing things here and there, with feelings full of unknown guilt and pain.  A pain that I feel when people talk about my looks and body.  An ache occurs in my heart when they compare me with a beggar. There are people who exploit me just for their benefit. People are more concern about looks than one’s nature. They ditch you and back stab you without thinking about your feelings. There are people I come across who make me feel special and after a period of time treat me like I’m nothing to them. The list of my friends is decreasing because people think the other girl is more attractive. Guys take me as their sister and then treat me like a douche bag. I do everything I can for my friends but they forget as soon as days past.

The stage of isolation is not very far. The day is near, when people will forget about me and my work, and will move on with their shit without even batting an eye.

People think I am a fat, ugly girl who is there to help them without any hard feeling. But usually they ignore me, hurt me, abuse me, and humiliate me. They have made me a girl with sealed wounds, which are hidden, unseen.

I don’t know why all these feelings are bubbling in me. Besides, the guilt is killing me from inside. Somehow I’ve begun to feel the pain of other girls around, suffering a lot more than me. Then who am I to feel such things? I gain strength by thinking of girls who suffer more, and still live with remarkable attitude.

I don’t want to seek attention. I certainly don’t want to create clashes. All I want is for people to know, that there is a girl who is irritated on the inside, and wants to be wanted. Loved. I remember times when people went away from me, leaving me seeking a pen and paper. I remember times, when I wished to disappear suddenly just to check if someone would notice my presence.

I don’t know what to do with this article – keep it in a box or blog it on some site, so people realize their mistakes.

                                                                                                    

                                                                                                                      -Anna Gerald