Parted lips, corners turned downwards. Teary eyes, curling eyebrows. The pain shooting through my heart as I realize that I'll never be her. I'll never be the person I truly am, I'll never feel the way I want to feel. Being loved for who I am is not possible since I'm not myself, ever. Ears closing, blood pumping. The sound of waves in my head as panic spins me around. The desire to change something, killed before being able to form, fingernails gripping into skin, like scissors, sharp, strong, make me feel alive.
