Every day I hide behind a wall. I hide behind a wall that I've built to try to keep myself safe. Everyday someone knocks down a part of the wall. Slowly discovering the monster I call myself. It's no wonder every time I let my wall down that I'm hurt. Because people fear me. They fear what they don't understand. I am different and that's okay. But when someone did see me for who I am they hurt me in ways words can't describe. It may not have been physically but there words cut deeper then blades. Everyone else that saw me for who I am ran for the hills. I want to believe that you are different that you won't run and you won't hurt me. But wishes don't come true. Trust me I've wished upon all the stars I can see. Fairy tales and happy ending are just false hope. I don't know if I can get back up if you do the same as those before you.
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Thoughts
RandomJust some of the random things I think about. Some can be depressing or sad. Others may be uplifting and happy. They are just a few things I think about. Mostly things about pain. You won't find anything here on rainbows and unicorns. But you will f...
