Colourfully shy reflection

​You see some people will underestimate you. They don’t want you to know. They don’t Care that they don’t want you to know. What they know is that you can’t be whom you can be. They don’t know you, they don’t know what’s inside of you, and for this they hate you. They hate you because they don’t know what is inside of you. They will underestimate you. Maybe they are happy living under their own shell of the world, but they are happy. Damn, even enemies are good. They have honour. They have respect for you. They envy you for your potential. But some people don’t even want to be in your level. What is it called? Disgust? I am not sure about the right word here… and I don’t want to use the wrong word, man. 

Sadly to us, the lucky folks to realize this, is that the world has more of the people who do not know you, rather than those who want to be enemies with you. Those who underestimate you come in all shapes and sizes, man. All matter. They come in as your friend. They make you feel like you have some connections with them, and before you know it, they seem to know everything about you, and soon, as time passes by, you realise that they really don’t. Then the spiral begins, they know you, man. They have every pre conceived idea about you and your stories. One day you realize that, “hey, you don’t know that. You don’t even know if it’s happened.” But to them and to the world, it has happened, not as how you’ve experienced but by how they described the event. And it will be site to behold where the hero sits in the corner and the clown steals the show. 

You see, you have described everything as per truth goes. As per you are, you’d lived, but one day you come to terms that, “okay, you know, maybe I am wrong. Maybe I need to dissolve my colours to choke the drinker. “ I don’t know about these people. To me, enemies are worthwhile than those who underestimate me. They have more meaning in them.