with all the noise and the rush, there was no way i knew where i was going. the cliques and the crowds, i was just trying to fit in.
the coolest thing for anyone to be popular was drugs, voilence and alot other things. i had never done any of those, however i was the outcast.l
i live in a world where no one will ever understand what i've been through; the lonieness, family, and problems and above all, love.
everyone called me "freak" or "weirdo". is it the way i dress or how i act? my mom and dad are divorced and my mom's in jail for too many reasons and my dad's unemployed and i get my clothes by the school lost and found.
that day when i got home, i found my daddy's gun. it takes a steady hand, i thought. placed it by my head. *click
i wrote this on september 6 during free write and turned it in by mistake my teacher asked me this question
"are you okay"
i wanted to say no i'm not and explain myself
or
wrong question
instead
"i'm fine...why?"
and showed me my paper
i got a 92 on it and he said
wow! scary
however....
it has happened cuz its happening all over the world.
 Tukuya_Datenshi · Sat Sep 22, 2007 @ 02:51am · 2 Comments |
