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Letters with Love - I

 Hello pal,


I am... I would like to keep my identity anonymous until the end. Why? Because everyone hates me, whenever anyone sees me enter a room they run miles away or they push me and insult me and tell me to get out. It feels lonely sometimes. I have only tried to help others, to protect others but everyone perceives me as the problem. I dont know what you think of me, but before you know my name, please hear me out. Just once.

I hate when someone mistreats you, when someone acts inhuman around you. I see it as a threat to your survival, like those people might walk right over you and you may allow it. Like the times your parents force you to do something you don't want to do, or when someone close to you can't seem to listen to what you are saying, no matter in what way you frame it or how loud you say it. They just can't hear you.

I have always tried to be a guardian to others, trying to warn them whenever they face injustice or discrimination. I am definitely childlike, quick and sharp to speak, that's my weakness. My weakness is I can't think or speak clearly or rationally, I see nothing except you and your self respect. And that's probably wrong, but I fear that if I don't stand for you, you won't too. I fear that you will let your insecurities misstreat you. Why do I care? Because in many ways I am a part of you.. I am the child inside you, and the adult you'll be tomorrow. I only have good intentions that get ignored because of my weaknesses, I often feel suppressed and misunderstood. And the fact is, the more I am suppressed, the greater impact and vigor I shoot up with.

I know I burst out like an explosion, so let's make a pact. Everytime you feel me coming let's have a conversation. Just you and me, where I hear you and you hear me. Let's rationalize, we can communicate through verbal talking, or by writing, whatever means you are comfortable with.

Love, 

Anger




–Alloysha Dias










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