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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Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

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