To say that everything is fine would be a lie. I live in a house always filled with loud voices, and what scares me the most is the fact that the first is usually mine. I love my life, I love my friends, but the problem is my home. The animals living here seem to have a better life than I. The daily struggles have become nearly unbearable and the only escape I have are the cigarettes by my arm, the music blasting from my earphones, and the computer on which I am typing this.
To most, my life seems damn good. My mother is cool, I have pets, I live carefree, but the problem is what rests beneath. Every move is judged my a woman who has never and will never understand me. I am persicuted for the color of my skin, the center of my beliefs and my sexuality. WHY MUST EVERYTHING BE SO COMPLICATED!? If only I could be free for just a day, everything would just melt away and I could be me.
Bleeding Your Tears · Mon Dec 18, 2006 @ 03:27am · 1 Comments |