Today i've realized that this torture in my life is going to last for an.... eternity.... Screaming, yelling, flinging names in my face. Being ugly to my body and my soul, and yet you expect me to turn around and just laugh it off. My scars are invisisble, but they were all inflicted by you. I hope you know what you've done. this soul you've slowly suffocated with each crushing insult. YOu never step back and look at what you possibly did to cause any reactions brought from me or worse.
Who indeed is the one that needs to grow up? Yes, my callous words are flung behind your back, but they are done so with good intentions. Never do i want you to look at me and instead of seeing me, you see my lips muttering those UGLY words. See that anger in my eyes even when i'm desperately trying to hide them in hopes that i don't tarnish what is supposed ot be a perfect image of what we are supposed to have and what is supposed to be our security...
how can you sacrifice that, for a few mere words....
