Some days I wish I was a bird. I could fly away from any situation and problem. I could fly threw the sky looking down at the city that once hurt me.
My alarm goes off ripping me from my thought's.
Ripping me from my world...
Reaching over my hand scraps the end of the bed side stand.
Another sting...
"Ow-" I whisper shaking my hand thinking it would make the pain disappear. I've had worst stings why did this one hurt more?
If the pain disappeared would I disappear? I feel like my fathers stings are what make me, me. Without them what would I be? Who would I be...?
I slip on a pair of jeans and a hoodie and
Take a glance into the mirror
I'm to fat in the stomach. My thighs are to wide. Your cuts and scars are showing. Look at that bruise on your left cheek!? Your teachers will notice.
These thoughts run threw my mind sticking to me like golden crisp clean honey. Never leaving. There like a shadow. They follow me.
Without these thoughts who would I be...?
"AMBER!" my dad shouts from the kitchen. My ears ring a horrid ring. I feel a sting in my soul.
Without my dad what would my life be like?
"Coming!" I open the door and shut it as quietly as I can. I don't need him thinking I slammed it.
I don't need another sting...
