My Dark World

When I had my first memory, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. Despite what everyone told me about how beautiful life was, I had a different view. I had my heart broken when I was so young. Not by a boy, but by the cruelness of the world that I'm living in. I'm living in a world where people think that if you are different then you are not accepted in society. If you are different, no matter how smart you are you'll never go anywhere.

My skin condition has left a permanent scar on my heart. I was poked and scarred by doctors who are trying to save my life. But they don't know that I didn't care whether or not I lived. I wanted to be free. Free from this invisible cage that kept my soul locked up for years. Some days, I wake up not wanting to get out of bed, too tired to even lift a finger. Every morning is a new war, the ground outside my house is a battlefield. Each day I come back home wounded and spiritless. Each night I go to sleep not wanting to get back up.

My life is a wrecked ship that is slowly sinking. Taking every bit of my energy and the will to fight. My hope and happiness slowly die. I fought as hard as I can even when I know I'd never win the fight.

They always ask you're so young and why are you so stressed? But they didn't know what hell I went through. The walls are closing in and I can barely breathe.

I never understood why people are so mean. So careless of what they say. So eager to express their opinion even if it means hurting someone feelings. Maybe I'm too dumb to understand the rule of life. To see what is making people behave the way they do.

We all understand the Bill of Rights, but just because you can say whatever you want does not mean you should say whatever you want. Many adults often told me that when people decide to bully one another that is because they are jealous of them, but I don't clearly understand that statement. Every one of us was born with something and some were born without something. And to be hated and prey on because of what you may or may not have is ridiculous.

Wouldn't be funny if my bullies and I were to switch lives? I could see how their life pushes them to be so mean and they could see my side of the story. I am not too quick to judge anyone because I know how it feels when someone I barely talk to have a label on me. Don't be too quick to judge a book by its cover, read the back cover first. It is understandable for someone to pick up a book and see it's cover and say nah I'm not interested. I have done that before myself, but when I realized what I had done I would go back and give the book another chance before a final decision. I try my best to not repeat what people have done to me to someone else.

It is really hard to try to convince someone to like you when they have already made up their mind. When people have already decided that they hate you, no matter what you do or not do, they will still hate you. They will always find something about you to hate. When this happens, my dad always tells me to just show them who I am and be the best person I can be to them. Now, don't get me wrong. Don't exaggerate yourself, but just be YOU. I learned that everyone has their own style and perks. And YOU have your own taste in people. So hey don't be a turtle, go out and be YOU.