Desperation

This had been my lot since childhood. Everyone read on my face the signs of bad feelings that were not there; but they were assumed-and they were born. I was modest - I was accused of being sly: I had become secretive. I felt deeply good and evil; no one caressed me, all insulted me: I became vindictive; I was sullen - other children are merry and talkative; I felt myself superior to them - I was put lower. I became jealous. I was ready to love the whole world - no one understood me: and I learned to hate. My colourless youth was a struggle with myself and the light; I buried my best feelings, fearing ridicule, deep in my heart: they died there. I told the truth - they did not believe me: I ...View all