Demons

[i wrote this in 8th grade, don't judge it too much lol]

Ever since I changed schools to West Middle everything is different, no one accepts me. Apparently I'm too fat, or too ugly, or worthless, or not good enough. It get's stuck in you're head, It's the voice that makes it believable. "What's the voice?" you might ask, I can't explain it, it can't be heard, and it's more powerful than speaking, and we're our own victims of it. I have to wear long sleeved shirts everyday to hide my scars, cutting is my only outlet. I know it's not healthy but, the physical pain helps the mental pain and eases it. But, then I realized, everyone has their own problems, their own demons. Now I'm stronger than ever, and this is my story.