I feel as if i have been running for forever, but every day the past always catches up to me, to ruin the present, to ruin the future. I’m trying so hard to escape the mistakes I've made but its like they have me locked up in shackles and the key is forgiveness, which in this town in very scarce. The constant glares from my family make me feel even more worthless than dirt. Each dirty stare sends me deeper into this state of loneliness. Why didn't i grow up like everyday else, I should be obsessed with pop music, not heavy metal. i should be obsessing over makeup, not tattoos. I'm trying so hard to change, to fit into the perfect stereotype, but nobody seems to ever forget who I actually am.
the morning bell sounds to signal the beginning
the morning bell sounds to signal the beginning