Little barbs stuck in.
When you don’t see.
How can I tell you?
They, your friends.
You asked me.
Your friends eager.
I hesitated.
My gut said no. I said yes.
At first all was smooth.
Then I felt the stab.
Plastic smiles. Cold eyes.
I see it. You don’t.
They are so subtle.
Lies to perfection.
I remain silent.
Until I cannot any more.
I decide to stop.
Yet, they stab again.
You think I’m paranoid.
I end up the trouble maker.
By C.E. Pereira
(28-10-2018)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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