Will Somebody Ever Tell Me by Raysha

Being a little girl is over and here I am now, being a teenager. The truth is always hurting me. The truth is teling me that I am one of those teenagers who belong to the age of puberty wherein I am not considered a child anymore, but neither as an adult. Just like me, I just don't know where I stand now. I can't understand the things that are happening to me now especially my moody attitude. I don't know what will I do to my life. I am confuse.

Will somebody ever tell me? Will somebody ever tell me that things are different now? That nothing is left to stay but the memories of the past, the childhood? I am a teenager and I know nothing, but I wonder why and ask the why's and hows of life. I just don'tknow where I am right nnow. I am not a child anymore and yet, I am not old enough to understand things that have to be explained. Do you think there's anybody who will tell me what to do?

It is wonderful to be a teenager. A teenager who is living a glamorous life, having wonderul time with his/her friends. A very carefree person who never gives a damn about what other people might think. A person who does whatever he/she wants to do without thinking the others. Why do people can't understand us? Why don't they give us chance to show them what is inside our laughters?

I must admit. I know what happiness is and I know how to be in it. I can laugh easily and I am sure, I am a vey outgoing person, but that doesn't mean that I have no questions with my life and it doesn't mean that Iam not encountering problems like other people. You see, you just can't blame me. My life seems so empty. Yeah! I can feel much emptiness. I can feel that sometihng is missing with my life.
Will somebody ever tell me? Will somebody ever tell me what are the exact answers to my questions, the things that are missing in my life? Can I express what I really feel?

The pains of wanting won't go unless the realization of dream comes, dreams of being our true selves. Dreams of being old enough to understand the hows and why's of life. I know that this time will come to my life and I know that if that time comes, the answers to my question will also be answered. I bet you!

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Raysha is a silent person. Tall girl with black hair.

An Isolated Man by Toxicity

Do you know the feeling of being isolated? It is like being confined in a tank with full darkness no light. No sound. No sensation. Except from the workings of your own mind. Imagination. Hallucination. An exaggerate emotion that trigger of being alone.

You might ask who is an isolated man. Well, an isolated man can be describe as a person same as you are. An isolated man has his mother, and father. He has a family, and a house, but definitely not a home. Why? Because an isolated man is living alone. Although he has his family to be with him, he is alone with his soul. Emotionally unstable. For he is experiencing doubts. He is seeking for his real self. For he is a person being obliged by his parents or by other people around him to do whatever they want him to do, and to be whoever they want him to be. An isolated man is not free. He may have his free-will, but he doesn't have a chance to use it. He doesn’t have the lack of guidance, for he has the most of it.

An isolated man becomes pessimistic, masochistic, or even a neurotic type of a person. He is a perfectionist, an idealistic person. He also can be a jolly person, a gay, a lover, romancer, and be you or may be me. An isolated man can be at the self of everybody. For being isolated is a feeling that everyone can feel. In times when we are in depth of our consciousness, when we are suffering with problems, may be emotional and spiritual, we are feeling isolated . We seek for someone who will save us out of this isolation madness. For we feel we are alone with our soul. For we are seeking of what we are, what we want, and who we are going to be.

An isolated man is a person searching for true love. A person with a dream. A person who is continue developing and maturing on his own. And a person who thinks that life has an end. Death will serve the end, perhaps an isolated man is started dying first, by being alone.

Just think about this, can you make a stand to help an isolated person out of dying? And also, can you help yourself, for you are an isolated man? This might be a ridiculous question, but it is a part of realization.

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Toxicity is a very sensitive type of person, who wants to be in love, and beloved.