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Lables

   You will never truly understand how painful it is to not know who you are, or what your purpose is in life. Waking up every single morning is such a brutal challenge. Especially when there are just judgmental faces on the other side of the door waiting. Strangers with painful words that cut like knives.
    Yes some try to be sweet, bless the odd teacher, but the stab wounds are still flowing red like a weak waterfall. There is no finding yourself when others have already decided for you. Although the original smile and laugh got taken away, I managed to replace it with a nice facade.
    This person they think I am, is nothing like me. Unlike my brother Dylan, I am not a dropout. This is not who I idolize nor who I want to be compared to. Dylan is simply not me. We share similar aspects sure, but what siblings don't?
    People these days and there lables! Jocks, nerds, sluts, trouble-makers, perfects, gothics, and finally the outcasts. If you are not popular, you are not special. Don’t ask me how that's fair, I've been asking myself that for years. You might be a special punching bag to some. Perhaps a go to cheat sheet. It’s not like we volunteer. They just pick you as their next victim.
     Don’t mistake it. This is not the kind of special where your parents look at you in a way to say you're one of a kind. That they love you, and it makes you sure that you matter. No, you're the kind of special where you fear it. Where the tear-stained cheeks come into play in your happy ever after. This is where you fear that your prince charming has fallen for someone else halfway across the world. There is no hope of him saving me when he doesn't even know. So now back to reality where I am are just sitting here like a beat puppy without a leader.
    Someday maybe there is a change they will stop comparing me to Dylan. They might realize that I am in fact Riley McCall not him. I’m not Dylan McCall. I wish I could tell them that but anxiety holds me hostage. Not only did those people make me feel physically trapped in this place covered with red bricks. It’s like their own mini maze. They also made me feel mentally trapped with no hope of thinking for a solution to any of my problems. Problems that they created no less.
    You will never truly understand how painful it is to not know who you are, or what your purpose is in life. Waking up every single morning is such a brutal challenge. Especially when there are just judgmental faces on the other side of the door waiting. Strangers with painful words that cut like knives.