Just another day in a pointless time period. Have you ever actually thought about that? How in 100 years or less the generations after us will be reading about our lives and how they are now. But you know whose lives they won't know about? The people like me is who.. the ones who continuously scream for help but are never heard. Whose emotions are written out on their body. But why? Why won't they hear about us?? It's quiet simple actually... it's because... WE. DON'T. MATTER. Just those 3 words that are told to us daily because we are simply misunderstood. How can this be though? We all look so normal; we are the cheerleader, the girl always laughing, the boy making everyone laugh, the girl whose smile fades away as soon as you look away. I'm the girl who makes sure everyone else is okay before I am. The ones who ask if I'm okay I just say I am and they continue on with their day. Some days I just want to scream that I'm not okay but who would care? That's right nobody. Nobody will ever know my secret... the one that's written on my body. At first glance I'm normal but if you saw my body you would freak out. Say I'm crazy. But you see I would tell you I'm not mad I'm just in my own wonderland.
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Through the Mirror
RandomThe story of a girl whose life is a lie ***THIS STORY IS TRUE AND BASED OFF OF A FRIEND OF MINE. DOES CONTAIN SOME MATERIAL YOUNGER READERS CAN NOT HANDLE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*****
