They try to change me.
They try to force my nature away.
They don't understand that this is who I am.
That this girl that is looked at with disgust and fear,
Will never go away.
Every day they tell me to sit in that chair and to listen,
To 'listen' to those lies that flow from their lips like honey.
Trying to trap me,
Trying to make me think that it will all be better if my mind is broken,
If my body is perfect,
If every aspect of my life is 'normal'.
But if that happened
I wouldn't be me.
I know they think something is wrong,
I know they think I need to be changed.
I know they think they have to change me.
But they don't.
They don't need to change me.
Because somewhere,
Somewhere there is someone,
Someone who is living their life by themselves.
And one day,
Maybe not now,
And maybe not in a hundred years,
They will see me,
And in their eyes,
I will be perfect.
That is why,
When they ask me if I want to be happy,
I say; "Yes,
But I will never change."
Because one day I will be loved for who I am.
One day,
I will be called beautiful.
And when that day comes,
I will not be normal,
But I will be loved.
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Short StoryEvery picture tells a story, And every story paints a picture, So why can I not use a picture to tell a story? I do not own any of these pictures. All works in this book are fiction. (Please let me know if you would like me to tag anyt...
