What a psychopath is, and why he behaves in that way is still a mystery. Having read over a hundred stories and seen hundreds of documentaries. I have come to the conclusion that it is the andrenaline that pushes them to do this, adrenaline of fear, anger, discomfort in their own body and most of all the insanity. A mindless disease.
Human mind is fascinating, the further you let it roam the harder it gets to tame it.
So this is the story of two girls, Revered by everyone, one was a princess with colours in her cloud. She walked the halls with pride, loved by everyone she was everyone's guide. She coloured the paths she walked in with her charm, engulfed everyone in her arms. The boy she doted was her trophy, trophy of her triumphant life. To everyone, they were the sparkles in each other's eyes. There came a day however, when the boy saw a colourless girl, a girl that camouflaged in the background of the colourful world. Caring for nothing and walking without a care, she seemed like the daughter of the word "despair", Though colourless, she shone on her own, like a star without colour, but like the star that took you home. Angered and bewildered by his attention fading, the colourful girl shoved her rival on broken shard of glass. Soon her world started fading, the colourful girl started to get lost. The boy she loved so much, was angered by her most. She saw the now blind girl, in the corridor trying to make sense of her life again, but not once did she ask for any help or even seek her perpetrator. Angered and sad, the colourful girl walked in the shadow, questioning the blind girl's will to go forward. That was the day, she decided she would guide the boy and the colourless girl in a path of only light, the light that she took away and left them to their plight. Slowly and steadily she drained her colour to colour hers, and finally she saw the girl and the boy smile in a path full of different hues as she faded from hers. (Copyright)@sayoneenandi_#inspiration#diary#poetry#thoughts#life @poemsporn@writersnetwork@worldofwriters__@artistryarchives@mirakeeworld@indianwriting_
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