The Mindset

 For years and years, I was there. I did not see many things, except for people calling me skinny white boy and four eyes. I created things in my mind to accompany me and help me fight my battles. I had a mindset for this thing, called school. It was a mindset different from the rest, as it involved simple yes’s and no’s, ignoring things, and keeping my eyes fixed on my tasks. Every morning I would get into this mindset. I was laughed at and almost beaten because of my shirt color and stupid things like that. I would channel a monster for the day and become it for the day. It could be a good monster or bad, but I became nice when I needed to. I was friends with the monsters, because they were real. No one else could see, hear, or touch them. They were only real to me. I could open them up and bottle them up whenever wanted to. Sometimes, I wish they were actually real.

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