The Echo Chronicles: Volume 1: Letter 2
Where do I belong? My heart is torn in two, and my needle and thread are gone. I can’t watch as my dreams are crushed, and my hopes are flattened to extinction. How can I stand tall when the whole world mocks me? Why even bother to get out of bed?
If they don’t want me to be myself, why would I want to either? But no matter how many times I change my cover, they always see through to the real me. Who am I kidding? If I can’t even truly be myself, how can I be someone else?
It’s really all an act. Like Shakespeare said, it’s a play, and I am merely doing my part. Pushed around by painted faces and wooden arms… I can’t move, though. How can I defend myself?
The other puppets don’t like me. They think I’m too different. I’m the Hunchback of Notre Dame, I’m Hester Prynne. No one dares talk to me. No one dares interact with me. Why would they? If I wasn’t me, I wouldn’t either.
I wish for sunny skies and bright days, mended wounds and newfound ways. I wish for people to like and accept me. I don’t not wish for the impossible. Only for happiness.
“There is only one happiness in this life- to love and be loved.” – George Sand