poetry and Short Stories by S.N. MORRIS

Girl

Remember that girl under the slide? The one with her nose in a book? No friends and no one would talk to?  The girl who got taunted about her size. The shy one who sat at the back of the class who never spoke up. Nose always in a book, trying not to pay attention to the world around her. Or the girl who always drew ? Caught by the teacher and paper taken and crumbled up and told to pay attention as she spit out the words she didn't care to hear. The girl who was put down for being herself and showing who she truly was. Friends who were actually strangers that acted like they cared to get the secrets of her life from her. Friends that were never there for her when she needed them and just used her for her kindness. The girl who cried herself to sleep every night and had to go back for another dosage of misery. She thought it would change in middle school, but it didn't, but, it go harder to bare and ignore and realize what really mattered. “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words would never hurt me.”  The lie they told to adolescent.  Words did hurt. They can scar you for life and make life unbearable to live. Heartbreak can shorten a life expectancy and seem closer to death. Words can leave permanent scars. Love is more of death sentence than the bullying of other. Love can tug at heartstrings and over time slice then in two. One by one they go. Closer to death. Praying to God take away the pain and let me have freedom.  freedom never comes, but this is only what they think. Happiness has a cost,  pain is this deadly cost. Everyone goes through pain, more than others. The girl thought to herself. “this pain won't last forever, I must make the best of this pain and live on! I will not take my own life and end it all. I will move forward and live. I will find happiness. I will fall in love again and again. I will find the love of my life. My soul mate. It be a male or female or a dear friend I grew a  bond to.”

Why can't I be accepted?