Did you ever think about your life.... like really think about it.
All those names you were called from pre- school to high school.
Where you learned that you could actually ignore all of it
Or how your decision will either make or break something.
Whether it be a coffee table or another person's soul.
Did you think about the effect it might cause even if it's small like...
"that's not your colour" too "you look like a man/over puffed marshmallow".
There are so much worse and it's all because 'we' just don't fit in 'your' standards.
Like a weird trait you got from someone close.
A birth mark that covers your whole neck and a little of your right cheek.
Your abnormal personality.
Weight problem.
You start to think you are anemic when it just depression.
They debilitated you every single day.
A child running along because they knows if they stop... They'll be hit by a car.
So they just keep running.
A man exercising his extraordinary charms but gets no where because at the back of his mind he still hears them laughing at his corny pick up lines from the 10th grade.
By now you feel too feeble to even leave your room.
A flimsy barrier trying to keep their words out.... hoping, dreaming, praying that they are wrong.
A faceless personality.
Your hearts like a fragile object easily broken like glass and China.
You start cutting at your small frail body just to take these emotions you've keep locked up all the time and replace them with pain, but pain is felt by everyone.
Making a pursuant plea for help but no one heard or cared why would they in this society its eat or be eaten.
She is infirm but who cares right.
Physically puny but with a heart of pure gold always smiling even when he gets his regular beating.
lackadaisical*, languid, languorous, out of gas, powerless, prostrate, sluggish uncertain, undependable, unsteady, unsubstantial, wasted, wavering or just plain weak
Exhausted from fighting this fight for so long you feel that you should just cave, let them have you but no you keep fighting keep going cause once you stop your truly broken.
What more do you want.
Are you satisfied by the way you treat them or is it not enough.
You bitch some call life.
Surly you need more to see your beauty in the mirror.
Right that's why you do it.
We can't live a life without judgement, comparisons, or even get along.
But then you think of the past... how we were all constricted... and we see how much everything changed.
You now could get married to whoever you want. (Sort of)(in certain places) (I guess)
There's no more prejudice.(lies I tell myself)
A woman can work where only man were concidered to work or work the same job and get the same amount of money.(fuck)
Woman was thought of breeding machines but look now how we change. (or did it)
Not only this but style, technology, education - all good and bad by style mostly bad in music there's that randomness again. What am I writing)
Maybe one day the world will come to acceptance with everything
One day
One day- extract from Zarah foster
(yes I know it's beyond cheesy.... I wrote it when I was 14 and felt like it would be a Zarah thingy. Get over it )
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25 January Thursday
My alarm went off, and groggyly I turned it off before getting out of bed. I went to the bathroom, finishing myself like I usually would, putting on my school uniform with a bit of care but still in a day dream.
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Just Leave
Teen FictionA seventeen year old named Zahra Foster thought the year would be great, after all it always seems like that after new years, you get a new start. But growing up with five older brothers and a dad who still have that inner child in him you don't re...
