Stigma. A word of infamy. A word that eats her alive, makes her die inside looking to crush her spirit. "Look at that girl" they say. "She's throwing her life away". She's just an attention whore knocking at their door looking for someone to pity her. But in reality, she's just a stigma. It's just in her name. All she does is live day to day trying to rid herself of the fame given to her by people who don't know her struggles, her past, her intentions. She lives every day in a different direction eating herself alive from the inside out, filling herself with doubt. But she's just a stigma. Her name is said with a hiss every time she's spoken of it's a diss. She's just a hit or miss. Just a slut. Just someone they look for to bust a nut. Keeps her mouth shut unless they want something. Because she's nothing. Reputation can be deadly just a medley of he said she said. Look at the way she walks, the way she talks, look at her teeth her hair her clothes what are her goals? Are there any at all? No? Well that's great let's watch her fall. Because she's just a stigma. Just something to talk about someone to break down they love to see her frown. She won't turn her life around because she's a stigma and she likes it that way. Loves getting talked about every day lives for the attention paid. But in reality, her biggest dream is just to be normal. But what is normal anyway?
