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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 16, 2018

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Wondering if anything is even as we see them. Nothing seems real yet everything feels like it is. The parents who suppose to love you ever since you were born. Feels nothing more than a lie, they yell at you and limit you. They dislike once they sense an identity is being developed. Our ideas of us has cast a shadow over reality. Everything we do wrong feel like we are being stabbed by daggers, the more we bleed the more we hide how many daggers has entered into our hearts. We learned to pretend that we are happy when nothing is alright because we are expected to hold up on our end.  Once something is wrong others leaves us. I want to be me why must you limit me? Why must you label us, call us names? We are equal everyone should be their own person an accepted as they are an who they are. When you don't accept me for myself I feel ashamed of myself, a dark gloomy cloud hovers over my head. Bad thoughts comes as quickly as lightening strikes the earth. We collapse to your expectations and towards ours. Standing up again is hard and nearly impossible for a dead man, when the lightning has strike its heart. 


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