The Monolouge Of A Problem Child

The Monolouge Of A Problem Child

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You don't know me, you know the me I've constructed in a lab. Spending hours and hours attempting the perfect formula for love. Know not to bring up my rocky past or family struggles. Know not to bring up my uncle's death or how I spend all my time crying. I'm with you because I want you to be the one but I'm scared because you dont know the real me, not really. You know of my love for wrestling and that I want nothing but success. You know of my high hopes for the future but not of my past struggles. You know not of the years of scars scattered across my body, not of how I hate my personal attributes.you know if my love for Hairy Potter but not of how many tears they've made me shed. You know i have a tendency to look for the light in behind everyone's eyes, but not that I've lost mine.
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Preview: Yes, Valedictorian, dated all the jocks but it never quite was serious. I was labeled 'prude', 'nerd', 'hard working', and 'safe'. Standing up at my graduation, I wanted to say something no one would expect from me. I was always 'predictable' as well. I was normal as some people would say. I was always looking for the good in life and going out, drinking, doing drugs, having sex, or anything close to those examples are what I labeled as 'not good'. I played it safe through out high school and I really didn't have any memories now that I thought about it. As I stood, in my cap and gown on the stage, not daring to say a word to my fellow graduates that they wouldn't expect from me, I regretted it. Everyone clapped seeing me as the labels they had given me. But some how, I wanted to be different. I wanted to have crazy hair. I wanted to dress different. I wanted to not care what people thought of me. I wanted to be a rebel. I most certainly didn't want to 'play it safe'. *********As of March 28, 2021, story is being rewritten/edited!**********

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