I want to shout and scream. I wish to claw and spit and kick and burn down the picture everyone has of me!!!!
Me, I'm different and unique and some might even call me a freak. I am not happy all the time, indeed most of the time I'm quite sad.
Beaten down and trodden on, only an endless mask. I want to be numb and make it all stop....all of the endless feelings that I have.
My way of doing makeup is outdated, my clothes even more. The idea that I am damned for what I feel, think, believe, or who I love is absurd. But I'm
scared, terrified, and semi conformed. There is no room in my family for someone like me, no place in society a s