FallenAngel12199

I wear make up. Does that make me fake? I cry. Does that make me emo? I have male friends. Does that make me slutty? I smile a lot. Does that make me weird? I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy? I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak? I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal? I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future. Does that make me different? Maybe. But at least it makes me Me.

I am a victim of a shadow named fourteen And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon. Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason. I am a victim of the people of the world Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love When a nightmare becomes my reality. I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing ther

I am thirteen years old. I am not typical. I am not average. I am me. I have been in two mental facilities. Both times for thoughts of suicide. I am not emo. I am not a freak. I am me. My mother attempted suicide about six months ago. My sister attempted suicide when i was eight. But, I am not a victim. I am not tortured. I am me. My father had a heart attack just over a week ago. He was hospitalized for nine days. He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems. I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features. I have hallucinations. I have delusions. But I am not a disorder. I am not my difficulties. I am not my troubles.

You're anorexic if you're thin You're not? Then you're obese. If you're different, you're insane You're not? Then you're a fake. If you're happy, you're hiding something. You're not? You must be emo. If you're dating, you're a slut. You're not? You must have no friends. If you're popular, you're a jerk. You're not? You're a nobody. If you're quiet, you must be disabled. You're not? You obnoxious freak. If you're you, you're wrong. You're not? Then you must be perfect.

"Are you okay?" That's all they say. And I leave behind These words in my mind. I'm broken, I'm dying. Inside, I'm crying. There are wounds beneath my skin. There are trials I face within. There are things I just can't say. There are people I must betray. Beneath a smile, I feel pain. Behind the sun, there's always a little rain. And beneath these words I hold in my head... There's always the thing I say instead. I leave the truth behind.. So when they say, "are you okay?" I always say, "I'm fine."

 Let's play a game. I don't like the game we play But he says we have to. After all, I am Daddy's little girl. Don't move... I can't. I'm too sad to move. I don't like this game. But I am Daddy's little girl. There. Wasn't that nice? No, Daddy. I don't like our games... But I guess I have to Because I'm Daddy's little girl. We can play again later. I don't want to play later! I don't. Like. Our. Games. But I have to play them. Because I'm Daddy's little girl. It's fun. Isn't it? No daddy... I don't want to be Daddy's Little Girl. I'm sick of being Daddy's little girl In Daddy's world With Daddy's games. Let me grab this knif

My legs are covered in bruises And I have a scar by my left eye. I’m not allowed to smile, though And I’m not allowed to cry. I think my right arm’s broken But shh, don’t tell my dad. He doesn’t like to worry bout me When he’s already mad. I have a burn on my left wrist From when he pushed my arm Against the stove, the hot, hot stove And did a bit of harm. I have a bear, a teddy bear. He doesn’t have a name. He makes me better every time I’m feeling hurt and shame. Today, my dad came home kind of late A beer still in his hand. I closed my eyes and waited. He screamed, he shouted, and&helli

Mommy, he said it, he said it was true. Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you." Mommy, he said it, he said it was real Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way Mommy, he said it, he said it today. Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see? Mommy, he never did mean what he said Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head. Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure Love's a disease and he's finding the cure. Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say... Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today. Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie? Mommy, he lied through his tears, through hi

I may live inside my own, twisted universe I may change, sometimes for the worst. What's normal to me is not normal for you. Sometimes I just do what I need to do. Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it. But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting. I'm sick of the person I tried to be So basically, here I am, I will be me I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree? .. Basically I'm sick of society.

I slid the blade across my wrist Once Twice Again and again. Maybe I’m an emotional freak. I cause fights and arguments Over And over Again. Maybe I’m a troublemaker. I use make up to make myself seem Better And… Prettier. Maybe I’m girly. I complain about things Even when sometimes They’re not That Bad. Maybe I’m an attention seeker. I fall under so many Stereotypes. So maybe I am a label. Or maybe I’m just me.