dear them,
why?
you push me down because that's the only thing you can do.
and i hate it.
you are cruel people with horrible minds.
i think life is merely a game for you, because you play with me like a toy.
i am much more than a toy.
i am strong.
i am beautiful.
i am talented.
and, one day, you'll see it.
my inner soul will reveal itself very soon, just you wait.
sincerely,
lana
YOU ARE READING
radio // completed
Short Story"baby, love me, 'cause i'm playin' on the radio. how do you like me now?" ~~~ ©carolyn all rights reserved don't steal that's rude disclaimer: i wrote this in sixth grade. it's bad. you have been warned.
