I used to hope that a leopard could change her spots but once a leopard, always a leopard.
I managed to convince myself again and again.
Yes I said her.
I meant it for a reason.
Some people will know who she is.
Most people won't.
***
But I am sure everyone has a leopard in their life.
A leopard that they believe will change.
A leopard that will change for the better.
A leopard that will do something out of the goodness of their heart.
A leopard that won't cause scars.
A leopard that won't physically or emotionally maim.
A leopard that won't ever change.
A leopard cannot change their spots.
***
You can try and convince yourself.
You can really try.
But again and again you will get hurt.
You will get a scar.
***
My leopard happened to be almost like a pet- we were almost that close.
Almost.
But then the leopard changed.
She grew angrier.
Maybe a little bit jealous.
Having hissy fits- clawing and growling so that someone would pay attention and she would get her way.
She would begin to target me and attack.
Small scars appeared and I managed to convince myself that it would stop.
That the scars would fade.
But they didn't.
Over time the scars have a deepened and are now permanently there.
The leopard is still near.
She isn't close anymore.
But she is still there.
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Dark Thoughts
Teen FictionSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
