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When I Move They Judge ': When I Move They Judge'

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When I move they judge. When I eat they judge. When I speak they judge, scheming their next power fix. Their victory slices my confidence boosting their ego at my expense. They feed off me like a vampire feeling energised and proud, leaving me to feel drained and tense. To them it is a game, but to me they are parasites, boosting themselves at costs to others . Maybe I don’t understand. Maybe they don't understand. But I do know that I’d rather be me. They are dull inside needing these external clutches to keep them alive.

The next day is the same. What can i do? A barrier is blocking me. I am trapped in a box of torment torturing me about my looks, feelings and relationships with others. Anything I say is reflected back at me like a …show more content…

My room is taunting me. Threatening to spill my secrets, spinning them like a cyclone tearing me apart. What don't I understand?

Capture. Another day here again. Entering the gates of hell being swallowed whole into the belly of this monster. Every now and again I hear this bell. It tells me to escape but keeps me in its clutches. It feeds me to its pack of monsters. Everyday they feed off me absorbing my willpower and strength leaving me to rot inside.

I have always thought what was wrong. People always used to say I was over reacting, taking it too far. But this thing that surrounds me it hides behind laughter. A smiling face who acts strange and weird to make you smile back. It is nothing but a mask worn to shed light on others, in an attempt to keep others from the darkness, the lonely, bitter darkness. It makes your fingertips feel ice cold. As you lay there in the dead of winter. You feel your heart beat slower as you close your eyes and try to erase your thoughts. Yet, they manage to flood out as you battle to contain them.

Recaptured. Again in its trap with eyes glaring into the back of my neck, freezing all my movements. I turn to my right. Its that boy again, with his blue eyes staring back into mine, capsulating me into a trail of thought. It made me think maybe there are other people like me, trapped in a world of social anxiety and judgement. I walk over to him pushing past chairs. I feel like i'm the predator now going to collect my prey. I

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