Do you ever see those kids who sit by themselves and always get bullied and no one help they just laugh? Do you ever wonder what they're going through at home? Ever wonder what they think of school and life? do you ever wonder how they're still here, staying strong? Ever wonder how much they hurt? Do you wonder what they think of the bullies? Do you wonder what they think of you?
My existence is a lie. My thoughts are morbid and dark. If anyone were to know what I was thinking at any given moment, I would be checked into a mental institution. They would try to fix me up. Say it's for my own good. Mold me into one of their perfect dolls, One of their Barbies. The thing is I don't want to be perfect. I don't want to be beautiful, I don't want to be fake or plastic. I don't want to be anyone's babe boe that they can toy around with whenever they please. My thoughts are morbid and scary. The reason I am on the verge of collapsing. I am a spaceship on self-district. The timer is broken, And no one knows when I'll explode.
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