The seclusion

They say the human instruments start to rage with rapid thoughts and higher understanding when subjected to seclusion or isolation.
Here is one of the works I found by a person in seclusion:

" My life is getting worse everyday , or rather i am making it.
I just can't seem to think straight , I am being poisoned , slowly but effectively . I have started to lose confidence in myself . Maybe its numerology , i never did believe in that corporeal subject.

But fate is a strange and powerful catalyst who seems to influence life in ways that i can't yet comprehend.

I was once a star pupil , everybody wanted to be like me . But now nobody seems to do. I fail to understand why?

I used to win shipments of awards every year but this year somehow it seems to have averted the likes of me.

I used to complete my work on time . Although I was not THE PUNCTUAL STUDENT i had atleast a degree of punctuality which i feel is slowly depriciating.

I am criticized everyday , I'd blame them but they are far too many.

Everyone hates me . Although the reason is evident , I half - expected the people would run to such and such extremes.

People say my attitude recs . I choose to believe otherwise. But it doesn't matter what i believe , The trurh is the truth. People also say ..................... let me narrow it down A person also says that i am a shrewd manipulator. . I have to agree over the years convincing mastery over manipulation has divulged into my temporal being.

It is hardly worthwhile to proclaim my talent because lately I am under the impression that I am losing my skills . I worry too much about my existence . Although i am losing my SANE i can still work sense out of effects.

The society would never accept all that i have said cause "I AM JUST A KID " , and seemingly i am not given exclusive rights to pass comments on life.

I am partially or rather nearly completely aware that my physical existence is mutating over time , like they were not even mine .

The imagination overpowers the will . The more i willed to change for the better the more i imagined that i changed for the worse.

Now i am incorrigible in all my imperfections , I'd rather hope otherwise.

It's like a school of sharks surrounding an innocent helpless goldfish. The people i know expect too much o me . Although under normalities I would be able to live up to their expectations , the conscience attempt has severed my mind into unfathomable blemished state.

When I had just entered high school what seems to be ages ago , I wasn't , as you would put it , all that proud of myself , because i feared the competition .

Only after a few tests did I become calmer . And with this calm i turned from fear to confidence and then overconfidence.

And the humor in this implementation was that i was constantly aware of my growing overconfidence. But I just couldn't help it the others seemed soo useless against my so higher knowledge.

When i did realize my folly , the antiphon had already been set into motion . I had already made my mark and even though i kept running away from it the people just threw it back at me.

People saw me within the limits of the tag.

I can't stand anyone calling me untalented .That has become my flaw , my Achilles' heel . It is a vulnerability that people exploit . A drawback that has instituted a twisted chain of events into action disposing me into the growing sea of misery. "

Although i would like to claim that this piece was written by me , It is beyond even the limits of my secluded mind to think like this.

Seclusion triggers the mind into ravages of thought , but none ever said these thoughts would be constructive.