They Think I'm Sweet...not So Much

I don't belong so I unintentionally, or intentionally, fake it most of the time. I wasn't born broken, but I was broken after I was born. Tragedy claims so many in their youth that to be oblivious to this fact is to be one of the lucky ones. If only the darkness would let me go, then I could start being a nice, happy person. A person who I am supposed to be. A person very unlike me. If you meet me you would think that I was a quiet, sweet girl. You wouldn't know me, but you would think...
minisuko minisuko
31-35, F
May 1, 2012