We all know the saying, “Secrets have no friends.” Yet, when you look around, our world is build on secrets. Secrets, lies, and deception. And I am the poster-child for this. I am the poster child for a life built on secrets, lies, and deception. Is that a bad thing? Not in the least. Is it a good thing? Well, its not favorable. However, it prepares you.
Growing up being fed secrets, living with lies, and befriending deception makes you ready for what the world is really like. No one sees what I see, and no one feels what I feel. I used to hate my parents, my family for this. Now, however, I am thankful. I am glad that they were able to make this world…this invisible world…visible to me.
So, if you’re wondering what is so special about this world, why I talk about it so much, I will tell you. This world that I live in is nothing like the world other humans live in. Instead of being full of color, everything is black and white. There are no ifs, ands, or buts. Its all very clear. Also, in this world of mine, no one is unsure. Everyone knows what is going on, and can see through the façade of all of their enemies.
And what of their friends, you might be thinking. Well, in this world there are no friends. Why have friends, when you are perfectly capable of functioning on your own? Why have friends, when you have enough enemies to keep close to you?
Well all know the saying, “Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer.” So what if you have no friends; only enemies? Do your enemies become your friends, and your friends your enemies? Or do you just continue, acting out the rule of that saying as though you had friends; as though it applied to you?
I find it easier to do exactly that. I have all enemies; there is no one in this world of mind who doesn’t want to hurt me, or doesn’t want me dazed. They’ve tried to give me drugs that I don’t need to weaken me, so that they can control me. But I’ve escaped their evil grasps. How? Not only did I keep them close, but I fed them secrets. They lived with me, and I was a lie. I became their friend, but my personality was branched off of many different kinds of deception.
They weren’t raised like me, though. They weren’t raised to recognize the signs of someone who wasn’t honest; genuine. That’s how I escaped. I escaped back into the perfect, full version of this world of mine. And I’m doing quite well. Or at least, I’m doing well by my standards. I’m functioning. I’m living. That’s all that needs to be done to create a perfect existence.
Is my existence perfect? For this little world of mine, I would say so. For the other world, the world of other humans, my life in pathetic. I do not have one home; the world is my home. I have no friends; all of my friends will eventually become my enemies, so I don’t bother with friends. I have no occupation; why try to please someone whom you can not even trust? What is the point in that?
So I will continue to live in this little world of mine, undetected. You will pass me on the street, or you will see me in a store, but you won’t actually see me. Because I live in an invisible world, so I appear as something else. You will pass me by, thinking Just another homeless or There goes another.
But you have no idea. You have no idea what I am capable of; what I could do to you. I can come into your house in the night undetected, I can take things from your personals such as purses or wallets. I can kidnap your children and hurt your adults. And all the while, you will have no idea. Because you cannot see me; I live in an invisible world.