K
Kashi
Like during my high school graduation practice, a girl was practicing the National Anthem in front of the whole student body. As I listen in the audience, I feel like I heard something off, like she sung something wrong. As I was thinking this, I told myself to 'leave it alone', and a 'meh' is just blurted out of me. It sounded like a sound of disapproval, like 'this was mediocre'. I knew this because the girl said to me, "What, [my name]?", as if she thought I was making the sound solely to diss her in front of the student body. Then the entire student body just glared at me.
After being bullied to the point of crying, I started to laugh, because I was happy that the student body finally got their revenge. Instead, they covered my mouth, thinking it was to not let them get their victory. It's times like these that make me wonder if I'm myself, or somebody else. 'Maybe this wouldn't have happened if I was born in some other body', I think. And I can't even cry, no matter how much I think of the bad memories. Crying would help me feel better, I think to myself. But I can hardly feel anything anymore.
After being bullied to the point of crying, I started to laugh, because I was happy that the student body finally got their revenge. Instead, they covered my mouth, thinking it was to not let them get their victory. It's times like these that make me wonder if I'm myself, or somebody else. 'Maybe this wouldn't have happened if I was born in some other body', I think. And I can't even cry, no matter how much I think of the bad memories. Crying would help me feel better, I think to myself. But I can hardly feel anything anymore.
