In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Close Up.”
I oftentimes get tired of myself. I always blame myself for everything that goes the wrong way. And if people will help me, I hardly accept it. Partly because of pride but mostly because I don’t want them to go deeper. I don’t want them to look at me nearer. I don’t want them to know more about me. I’m scared that if they would get too close, I will end up wounded because they won’t like me. THE REAL ME. And I don’t know if they would get along with my caged psychopath suppressed in the pits of my self-created hell.