I feel slow, big, and way too creaky for a 15 year old. I'm always the last one to finish the mile in P.E. at school I see skinny happy girls that know their place. I slip past them in the hallway pretending I'm deep in thought.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and gaze into my eyes and I can hear the faint cry of someone pulling against the chains of sanity.
People are always telling me I am comfortable in my own skin, but its just not true. Sometimes I think if I rip myself apart my soul will escape in a big burst of light. I am not comfortable in my own skin for your information. Someday I will escape this cage and fly past the farthest planet and beyond.
Sorry if you're atheist.
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Walls
PoetryI had an assignment in English to write eight vignettes. So these are my vignettes I wrote around 11-12:45 at night so it might be a bit psychotic. (More info in the story)
