They told me to hang on, because they thought it would get better. There would be reasons for me to stay alive and be happy. Before I knew the blissful idea of suicide they finally told me the truth. Finally, something I would use. Because it did get better. I learned how to lie. I learned how to distance and hide behind the people who actually ran the show. I made sure there was a middle man, and one between the middle man and I as well.
I had excelled from the torturous and judgemental building of Elementary.
In middle school no one knew my name. If they had managed to catch the words from my soft-spoken voice they thought I was aspiring to become a veterinarian. A lie? Of course. I was only a shadow of my true being. No one knew it. Guidence counselor? Where? Who was there to show the way? I couldn't remember the last time I was happy. But I knew how to smile for the camera. I had finally become invisible to the naked eye, and no one would bother to find a microscope.
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PoetryAlicia is not a normal girl. Though she looks like one, though she believes deep in her heart she might just be as normal as anyone else, she is not. Alicia is not a normal girl, but she does like coffee, and that's something, isn't it?
