iridescent

...this is how...

- Status -
Andy's mother: dead.
Andy: despising the entire world.
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No one cared
about Andy

In return,
he didn't care
about anyone

Fair enough,
he thought
The only soul who did
have affection
for him
was his mother
But

she had passed away

She had left him
in this world
This monstrous world
With a drinking
father
and an invisible
sister

The only thing
to now keep him
alive
was drawing

Andy remembered
his childhood
as he sketched
with no boundaries

And then,
one day they mocked
for his disability
at socializing

He hid in a bathroom stall
during recess
He drew their faces
frantically
all bloody
and gore
and he felt good

His world
had turned into an
endless night

This universe was
his escape
his own museum of
hell
It was right
in his hands
and exposed
all over his
paperworks

The bullies
never stopped
to judge
and claimed that

Andy
was
a
freak

And he
believed it
because he
saw it too
when he looked
himself in a mirror
and remorse filled
his chest

His eyes
that used to be
a bright green
had become
a darker set
of grey

So he kept
illustrating misery
and picturing
the way one's
existence was
through his eyes:
pitch black

That was
until someone
walked
into his life,
holding
a lantern