Torn Between

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I was used to being alone,

my days were gray

But I remember the day you lightly

came to me, knocking on my door.

I entered as a freshman student in a boarding school hours away from the dazzling city of New York.

I never liked being popular, but because of my background, I knew I cannot avoid being in the spotlight. I will always be gawked at like a prized museum artifact, and be pestered with annoying questions that would make the press proud.

I thought everyone would be the same. I thought I would be alone again like the last 8 years.

I was wrong.