Dear Future me..

Today a man with big boots came.

He whistles a tune I dislike..

He hit me today

He cut me

He slammed me into things

He forced me to stay still while spiders crawl all over me.

He made me scream and cry
..

He called me bad names..

I want a real name....I want to be alive....i want freedom

One night...I was looking out at the mirror in my cell...

I saw a girl like me...but she was white...with....blue hair..

I want her life...she was so happy..

I felt angry...

I was jealous...

I want her gone

All because...shes laughing...

And..I hate laughter