For The Mice And The People

The Story

I have been used all my life. I have made compromises for people who would not do them for me, I have always helped them when they ask me. When they are alone and looking for me, I always answer them, but when I am alone there is no one to think of me. I have almost never been malicious towards people and I have behaved well, but why when people feel that a person is good to them do they get on his head? Why do they do it for god? Do I have to start treating them with contempt, do I have to become rubbish in order to be taken seriously and respected? Is this world still working on the principle of the jungle? Over the years, I have swallowed insults and riddles, but this accumulated anger is already beginning to kill. Today was my last first day of school. I looked at the people in the room and realized how much I can't stand them and how they haven't changed and are the same liglevtsi and complexes. I realized that no one deserves to ignore myself and my principles. After all, everyone is with you as long as they benefit from it. I also realized that if I didn't change, I would always be used, insulted and cried. I have been a misanthrope since I was a child and with each passing day I become convinced of how corrupt human nature is.

Last Updated
August 08, 2020
Author:
makeucum1918

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