I bare to you my true self...
....or at least what's left of me....
What is my true self anyway...?
.....Does it even exist?
Perhaps it did, once upon a time...
But it's gone now.
All that's left is...
A worthless being,
Less than human.
See friend,
While I may have forgotten how to speak, the courage I needed for that has been stolen from me...
...I haven't forgotten how to write.
Not yet, anyway...
I am unacceptable.
Though I haven't always been this way
...
YOU ARE READING
Unacceptable
HorrorI just wanna get back at them, is all. Does that make me a bad person? Oh yes, of course it does. It makes me absolutely U-N-A-C-C-E-P-T-A-B-L-E!
