I'm pathetic, oh so pathetic, I can't be in a room with other people. No one was doing anything, I was having a nice conversation with Tyler, a former God. And then when more people came in, I couldn't just sit there. I tried, but there were so many people. I just bolted out the door... to cry.
Cry, of all things, to calm down and cry! It's pathetic, I'm an idiot. And it's hard to explain why I ran. Why I cried. Why I can't be in small or big crowds. I mean, how do I explain that, people hated my snake tail, scales, fangs. That kids threw rocks. That people would force venom out of my fangs. That the crowds would rip off my scales. That they threw me in a cave and called me gorgon. Medusa. Monster.
My actions are a weak excuse for a monster. For a snake. For a living thing. I stutter. I run, well slither away. I cry.
But, others have it worse than me. So what does my life matter compared to theirs? Nothing. So might as well be pathetic and wait for everyone to be happy and for everything of me to end. Just wait.
~Scythia
