I am 18 years old, I am legally an adult, I work (or used to work), I am going to be paying my own bills, I lived on my own for 8 months. Yet still when I am at my parents house I am treated like a prisoner or like a toy, one that you pull out when you need but is neatly tucked away when it isn't needed. When you need me to do something such as drive you somewhere accompany you to a mall or something, you take me out but when you have no use for me you keep me at home and treat me like an object that you own. You have some delirious idea of what I am, I am not attached to you, my life is not yours, I am not here to fulfill your wishes or keep you happy. What about what makes me happy. How can you not see that I am miserable, I feel like an object, like I am less than human, like I'm just here for your benefit and in reality that is what I am here for.
My body is not my own, my mind is not my own, my decisions are not my own.
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The Darkness in my Mind
Short StoryThere is a little bit of darkness within everyone, a darkness that we are afraid to reveal to the world. But there is comfort in knowing that others suffer from the same darkness. So I am revealing my darkness to the world.
