Confessions of A Dangerous Mind Part 4

Uncontrollable sobbing and feelings of sadness, repugnance.

I stare straight at the mirror, watching that wretched face of mine. How sadness deprive my soul of the glow and free spirit of life. That is the time when you force an expression of happiness, say something to yourself. Then when you relax those hypocritical facial muscles, it's back to that legion of sorrow. Smiling happily with dried tears still on.

And when your back is facing the reality of the world, voices resonating around you telling you to wake up. When sweet touches of solicitous encouragements become powerless efforts. Drowning in silence and solitude.

The same track plays and repeats itself over. With no intention to change it.

Walking back and forth on the same narrow corridor with no purpose and saying things with no relevance to anything.

The very long pauses of a telephone conversation, when keeping up with the rate of breathing of the other party becomes uncomfortable. The helplessness of the urge of putting down the phone but no courage to do it.

Some people tell me that I'm suffering from a mental illness.

We are all suffering from mild mental illnesses.
Insecurties of people irritate and disturb people, doesn't it?