The Devil's Wings

The real me?

Once upon a time there was this girl named Elvira. She wasn't the nicest person or the prettiest. Well nobody really could stand her. Guess what, I am that girl. Yes me with my long dark brown long hair that fell perfectly to my side and my big pretty brown eyes with the nicest eyebrows. My look may fool you because I am in love with flowered shirts and pink tank tops. I have many friends. They all are really nice and do not deserve me, well they don't know me. They know the fake me. The me that wears those pink tank tops and who is the best gymnast in her age. The one who isn't the best in school and who is very good at hiding her emotions. They don't know me. They know the school me. At school I pay attention, well pretend to pay attention. In school I always put everyone before me and always think of others. I don't want anyone to hate me or let alone not like me. I do my best to be the best I can be, but that's all a fake. The real ME is really different. The real me likes to stay in my room listening to my favorite rock band "The pretty reckless" and think of the easiest ways to kill myself. I spend my days lying to my friends and letting all my aggression out on my parents and rest of my family. They don't deserve what they get form me because they are the nicest people I could live with but I treat them like dirt. I always thought they were the ones that treated me like dirt and I always try to pin our arguments on them when I am the real problem. I just realized that today. Well kinda I realized it a long time ago but today is the day I admit it and I tell everyone my story. So if you don't want to get depressed don't keep reading this because I am already sobbing by just thinking of it.