She sits surrounded by her own and yet abjectly separate. The faces she knows so well, under the heated whispers, evolve into masks of vilification. Beneath the civility, lies only the barbs of maliciousness, held momentarily in check by the hopes of converting her into one of them.
She is surrounded by those she love and hate. The deeper the love, the greater the hatred. She's trapped, trapped by these feelings as wave and endless wave of undulating words wrapped in gentility assault her.
All these because she feels, she sees, she knows and she seeks to remedy. She takes off the lens that sharpens her vision and saw with greater clarity for what they were. Bundles of conceitedness, selfishness, self righteousness and hidden agendas concealed by superior knowledge and words. Those pleasing ugly words.
She sits surrounded by strangers, anger and despair raging within. The rivulet of tears stream from her eyes and dry upon her cheeks. She invests all her efforts into quieting the internal torrent and in doing so, seals herself off bit by bit, steeling her heart little by little, against those she once called family. And then, her tears were no more.
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