PESSIMISTIC EYE.

The way I view the world is not the way the world views me, apparently. What do I see when I look at myself, the good and bad, I'm impartial.

One eye sees the good in this world while the other, bad.

All of this feels unreal.

It feels like a dream and I'm just waiting for the day that this nightmare will end. I've grown to be pessimistuc but it's not by choice, it's by the feeling around me.

Blood. Fights. Training. Verbal abuse.

That's the life that I've gotten used to since I was a kid.

I don't get to be who I want to be, I don't get to show my real emotions anymore.