Oh where oh where can George Zimmerman be. On the lam or simply laying low, those calling for his immediate arrest should understand Mr. Zimmerman is hardly a free man. Mr. Zimmerman, more likely than not is under the most excruciating pressure any man or women will ever have to endure.
Mr. Zimmerman could never have dreamed in a thousand lifetimes what the stress of being an national villain would feel like. When Mr. Zimmerman took Trayvon Martin's life, he reserved for himself first place in line at the gates of Hell.
Mr. Zimmerman does not sleep well. Mr. Zimmerman no longer enjoys the taste of his food. Mr. Zimmerman peers through carefully parted blinds for his only view of daylight. Mr. Zimmernman does not answer his door or phone anymore. Mr. Zimmerman hears sounds he must investigate. No one else hears those sounds. Mr. Zimmerman feels as though he is being watched. No one else can see anyone outside.
Mr. Zimmerman has to depend on friends and family for his every need. Mr. Zimmerman can never be sure which of those friends or family members will sell his whereabouts to the media. If Mr Zimmerman is smart, he does not watch much TV or surf the internet anymore. Mr. Zimmerman is probably not very smart.
Mr. Zimmerman might want to see and hear everything being said about him. He shouts at the screen because the media reports are so consistently damning. He cringes whenever a commentator gets the slightest detail wrong.
Mr. Zimmerman must feel like Dr. Frankenstein's Monster; hated hunted and hounded. Mr. Zimmerman could never have known the intensity of loneliness could be so strong in the glare of public scorn.
Comforted by the few who still care, they offer little peace of mind as even that core support couldn't possibly understand. Mr. Zimmerman will eventually doubt if even his closest allies really believe his story. Who among them will continue to stand by his side as the heat rises, he'll tear himself apart trying to figure.
George Zimmerman spends much of his time reliving that fateful early evening, when he is not reviewing his entire life. He wishes he could turn the clock back. He wishes he'd just stayed in that evening. He wishes he'd just left that kid alone. He is wishing this could all just go away. He is wishing he did something else with his life.
Mr. Zimmerman knows for sure he is a loser. He knows the world sees him as a loser. He knows now he took the life of someone with promise. He knows now he was wrong. Mr. Zimmerman is trying to remember what his truth is. Mr. Zimmerman is confused and nearly paralyzed with fright.
Mr. Zimmerman is wondering if he can afford a good lawyer. Mr. Zimmerman is wondering if he can pass a polygraph examination. Mr. Zimmerman is wondering if he should submit to a polygraph examination. Mr. Zimmerman is wondering what life is like living behind bars. Mr. Zimmerman is wondering if he is man enough to live his life behind bars.
The level of fear rises hourly as Mr. Zimmerman knows his arrest is imminent. If George Zimmerman didn't truly believe in a God before this life altering event, he is praying for mercy from any God that'll listen now.
The pressure of waiting for that knock on the door from law enforcement can be far more punishing than actually being in a cell. Death by a thousand negative stories versus a bullet to the head is the twisted prism Mr. Zimmerman views his life from now. Mr. Zimmerman probably should not have access to a gun at this time.
Mr. Zimmerman has top the charts of America's Top Villains. Facing a wrath of hate and anger from Black America, shame and embarrassment from White America and total disgust from the vast majority of all Americans, Mr. Zimmerman will never spend another a moment as a free man no matter how this horrid tale ends.