He's my opposite. Someone who shares no common ground with me what-so-ever. You wouldn't see me in him.
Instead of seeing me, you'd find a good human raised in a healthy home where not one smokes, drinks or ever has done drugs, and he actually has two parents. I like to see them as gay, and happy to be. He didn't eve grow up with an abusive mother, or a father who left, and because of that, he respects and loves both o his parents, not just one.
His fathers pride him, love him, and treat him like a person, not an object. And he's happy. He doesn't have stress in his life because everything and anything comes naturally. His life doesn't seem perfect. It doesn't have to. It is perfect.
He's a role model. People look up to him, and its not because he's tall, but because he's a straight a student. Science and math come easy to him where English is a little more difficult for him. He puts in all his effort plus ten percent, and comes out with it positive.
And because he does well in school, his fathers push him to do sports, which aren't a problem with him. He plays all sports and very well, as I he didn't put effort into it.
But because his life is perfect, he doesn't get urges in the night for hidden blades or a need to rummage around for a sleeping pill. He doesn't have to. He has his together, whereas, I do not.
My foil, is my dream. And my dream, has no name, because its quite possible, it won't ever happen.
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