Strangers. Never will I trust again! After being kidnapped into a car, taken to a strangers house, r***d and assaulted by 3 complete strangers, my view of the outside world threatens me. Panic. Fear. Anxiety. All of which hit my emotions as soon as I step out into the open world. I fear of a stranger.
They may seem kind on the out, but are they bitter within?
Their words may be gentle, but are they repeating a sin?
They may glance politely, but are their thoughts opposed?
Their humanity may seem true, but are their hearts just closed?
How can I trust again if anyone, including close ones, I see as a threat? People may paint themselves to be great on the outside but no one knows what 'permanent marker' is truly on the inside. Yes, of corse there are many good strangers but how do we know from good to evil? Because what I witnessed, the evil pretended to be the good! The world to me is just a scary place, so be careful who you trust! These strangers made me realise further what a cruel world this can be. There is good and there is bad, there is sane and there is mad. But I have faced too much pain, so never will I trust again!