Through my eyes

Chapter 1 - "I'm Just as bad just like your just as bad"

Chapter 1

Iv'e always felt like I saw things differently. I don't know if its the way the light hits the colored glass or if it's just the way I am, I just feel different.Ya everyone feels a little different. Some might even say that everyone is different. And it's true. No one is like you and no ones like me. But when I look at something I see the real thing.

Over the layers of make-up, basket ball shorts and earrings I see the real person. I see who's really their, not want they want their or what they put their.

Everyone else is fooled with looks. Looks aren't everything. Looks are just a look, simple as that, right? No. If the world was blind how would you be treatted? I would be loved, enjoyed, adored. You would too. And you know what, even if you were already loved and enjoyed and adored, theirs always something more.

You still have a flaw, its somewhere, i know it, you know it. You could be like me, a fat person in this skinny world. I mean I shouldn't be that flawed that I have to wear hoodies and jackets to try to disuse it. No one would see it, see me, because if they saw me, they would instantly change their mind. That is only because we are in a judging world. One thing, one flaw, and everyone see you differently. I have met people who have been my greatest friends on games, email, chat etc.. and once they saw me, their faces fell. They totally changed their mine. Their though of me before they saw me was different then after, and honestly that's not right. If any thought would have changed it would be a even better thought of me, not worse. Zip-zap, as quick as that, I was not the best player on the game, the leader or the popular one. I was just me, and how can I change who i am? What's wrong with me? I can't change who I truly am. Ya I can loose weight, get contacts and a weave etc.. but seriously why? Because deep down I know without help, without being fake I will never be accepted?

Just because I'm black or have short hair and huge feet dosen't mean I should be treated any differently than a girl with long brown hair, blue eyes and a skinny curvy body. Even though were different, were actually the same. That's the only answer and people who think I or anyone else can are idiots. Stupid idiots who think their at the top of the bar but are really down at the bottom here with all of us.

If you really were all that you would be God, but look in the mirror. Are you God? Nope. So cut the crap. Just because your face is prettier than her and you get more goals them him doesn't mean anything because deep down you know the truth. I know they truth. Theirs a secret. The little extra part of you that may not stick out as much as others do, but is still their. The truth. Your flaw might not be on the outside, but if its not, it is defiantly in the inside. You can't lie to yourself forever. The truth will come back and bite you in the butt. It always does.

Today my friend was talking about how another one of my friends never pays anyone back even when they promise they will. And I wanted to tell my friend the truth. But if I did, wouldn't she just tell me it too? And if I wasen't just a guilty as the two of my friends I would have to told her the truth. I would have told her. Here's the facts.Although one friend (lets call her Jackie) doesn't pay us back, the other (lets call her Mary) never shares her food. Although this situation with Mary and Jackie may sound cheesy but its a true example. How can Mary complain about Jackie if shes just as bad. Always wants others to share but never want to share her's. On the other hand, I have to make up a excuse when Jackie asks to borrow money. Its sad, but then I stop to think. And I realized something,

"I'm Just as bad"

"I'm just as bad"

"Just as bad"

"as bad"

"I'm just as bad just like your just as bad"

Because although they have their flaws that I can't stand, I have mine. I am a fake friend. Half of my friends are fake friends. I lie to them, tell them their my BFF, then just go behind their back and tell my true friends what they said. It crushes me when someone talks about me, but then again I'm over her talking about others, so why don't i feel guilty? Because you just don't. Everyone does this and you can't denie it. Its a sin, and everyone sin's. You know what? I solemnly swear after this that I will not make fake friends and will not talk about them behind their back. Now it might be hard for me to stop this, I eventually will. But this is only one out of hundreds of my flaws, my sin's. It needs to stop. I need to stop. You need to stop. It has to stop but the sad thing is, it never will.....

A_M

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