A girl is standing in front of her mirror.
She’s a plain girl
She looks like a plain and simple girl. She goes to school and laughs with her friends and does her work and all.
But when she comes home she hopes for all that she dreams about in school to come true.
All that she lives for is her life outside of school. And when she doesn’t get to have any other life, it’s hard.
It’s hard having so much that could have been done, and being reduced to this little pathetic worker.
It’s hard knowing that she isn’t allowed to be herself.
It’s so tough facing the fact that she’ll never be let out. Why bother trying to have hope anymore if it’s all just so fucking unrealistic? Why dream about a future if it’s not going to be the one she wanted, but the one her parents dreamed up for her?
Nobody wants to live out someone else’s dream.
Every day she walks into hell and dies a bit, because it’s what her parents want.
They don’t mean for her to die. They don’t realize they’re killing her. They think she’s just crying to be dramatic.
But every time she steps into that school she gets blinded a bit more and a bit more erased and she’s forgetting who she is and what her dream is.
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The Diary
PoetryAs if the first kiss story wasn't personal enough, here's my virtual diary! I named it after the Hollywood Undead song. This will be my way of venting out to the world, and I seem to have a knack for extended metaphors. I have always written privat...
