My entire life I had decisions made for me. What to wear, who to date. What gender I am (Female) and what sexuality I am. But later In life I realized none of what they did for me is who I am.
My entire life was a lie. I am not who every one thinks I am. The only thing they don't make decisions about for me is my music . But if they were to listen to it I think they would make my music decision.
I one day snapped at my elder for making me wear a dress too girly which led to me being put up on display at school for all to make fun of me.
After I got home that day it was the first time I made a cut. It hurt but atleast no one can tell me what to do with my skin. Right?
I guess it was an act of defiance. It's all I have to control. Everything else they control. It's my life my story my humiliation.
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Mess of me
Teen FictionA girl who has done nothing wrong but her father beats her still. She goes and lives with her friends. Will she stay with them or will she be forced to go back home and face her father?
