Troubled Ones
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I look at myself naked. Overly skinny body in the mirror on the bathroom door. Ugly. I can't ever be perfect. It's either too fat or too skinny. I punch my reflection. Bloody knuckles and shattered glass. Exactly what I feel like on the inside. Shattered. A broken soul. Life's never easy. What I would give to have peace within myself. You're probably wondering how old I am or if anyone heard the shattered glass fall in little pieces onto the floor like rain. Well who the hell cares. You? You're just another piece of shit like the rest of them ready to judge a book by its cover. You don't know the story inside. The words thrown at me and tattooed on my skin. Not real ones though i'd be judged even more if I had permanent ink on my white skin. There you go judging. Thinking I'm Caucasian. Don't you ever learn? Anyway, since you care so much to read up to here... My name is Adelia Scott and this is my story.
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