Kindness isn't always very kind

Sweet and nice. That is what I am taught. Be nice, be sweet, smile and laugh, dance and sing. Then the year that I turn sixteen comes. The year I chose. I will take the test and chose the rest of my life. The choice is mine. But my abusive mother thinks its her's. This is not a 'pity me' story nor is it a 'oh look at me' story. This is my story. The story of the life I live. The choices I make. This is me.