My head spins as the words of others swirl into thoughts of my own.
Manipulative!
I hear my mothers voice yell.
Has life always been a game for me to contort to my liking? I think.
Disrespectful!
My dad screams.
Is disagreeing with him really something I shouldn't do as a child? I ask myself.
You're just like Her!
They tell me at my lowest. Am I really the personality I despise most in the world?
Am I nothing like I believe myself to be? Am I a horrible person? What does my family truly think of me?
Am I the horrible burden that my kid self would of hated? That my family and loved ones hate?
My character is always in question within the walls of my mind. The negative encouragement from the people I have come to love warp my mind as if I wasn't already a stranger to myself.
