Do you remember how everyone would make fun of the way we spoke? Afraid that one day we would choke on their hateful lies, we started being silent.
     Silence lead us in the direction for being the outcasts, we can name everyone who had ridiculed us. We would try to hide from them by sitting in the back of the bus.
     The cafeteria was a world ruled by the loud and the jokesters. Everytime a joke would come out of our mouths, it would be seen as awkward or a waste of breath.
      The world was filled with people who thought that having social skills was the only way to live. It is, the people who dont learn, are left to fend in the battlefield full of work and solitude. They believed that the only people that lived had the best attitudes, living is true. The people left are surviving, most are dying. It is truly a cruel background that leaches to us as we grow.
      If you are not athletic or funny, clearly you will be alone for the rest of your life. If your are not beautiful or skinny, you are lazy and fat. People starve trying to live up to the label the world has set apon us. People die, just from the feelings of what the hate and backlash has done to them.
      We related to monsters and phantoms when were younger. To feel misunderstood and to just feel so terrifying. Nobody would root for us except for ourselves. We were truly alone. We worked to build ourselves.
      The more we rebeled, the more stuff they threw at us. Emo, freak, fatso, even our very own custom insults. How lucky we were to be special enough on someones custom insults. Afterall, everyone has had those times of finally being noticed, even if for something so horrible.
      The only we could be cool is if we got injuries. The slits on our body from how everything got to us; or how our teeth were rotting, but our bodies were skinny from the new 'diet' we were trying.
     A new broken bone? Popular for a week until Kelsey cheats on her boyfriend. People will bust open their hearts to get exactly the amount of attention to their stitches.

Love,
BAS