I feel. Yes, I feel. I feel emotion. Emotion is strong. What is emotion? Is emotion a certain characteristic we all contain? Is emotion based on a single event of ones life? I use to be that giggly little girl. I used to avoid the cracks on the sidewalk to prevent the break in my mothers back. I used to not be afraid of wearing my glasses, because other kids had them, too. I use to read for fun and sing even when people were looking. I use to eat a candy bar and still want more. I use to be the expectation of an average kid. One day I grew up. I grew up way too quickly. Almost like I was trying to win a race I was timed on. One day I gave up missing the cracks on the sidewalk, because my mothers back was already broke from the pressure of the water; she "fell" off the bridge near the road I walked home on. I stopped wearing my glasses, even though the bored is all fuzzy when Mrs. Simon has us take notes. I stopped reading, even in class, after the "popular" kids called me geekzilla. I stopped singing. I got tired of my parents telling me to shut up while I was in the shower. I got tired of being that freak and shape myself into a mold of the perfect person. The thing is the perfect person isn't perfect. I still read under my covers. I wear my glasses at home. Even when I step on the sidewalks my mind still screams no. I'm still me deep down. I'm still a kid. The world around me sees what I want them too. I'm just wearing a mask and eventually the mask will stick to my face. The glue to be my skin and I will be the mask. Screaming for a remover to take off this shell. Take off what is suffocating who we are. Welcome to the world where we are all the same. Plastic.
