Mindtrap

As a child I thought too much. I would hide in my bedroom on sunny days and gaze at the ceiling as my sweettoothed peers played in the street.

I used to think that everyone in my life (other than myself) was an actor in one big play that I wasn't in on. The world didn't exist past what I could see and the joke was at my expense. Of course, telling my mother about this was out of the question - she would laugh, give me a hug and say the right things.

Crafty old actress.

I would spend days staring into the distance to find the incriminating evidence of the charade, and, each day that passed without finding it, the more I became convinced of the elaborate superficiality of my surroundings. I wouldn't talk to anyone not wanting to give away that I knew of their motives. The world couldn't be trusted. Anonymous eyes would be cast in my direction but I could not return the gaze.

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