I wish it would all just leave my mind for a moment, I'm tired of thinking all the time. Just give me time, I know that I supposedly have all of the time but do I? I can't even decide who I am when I cut off the facade, just a broken down piece of concrete that anyone can walk over. Leaving their dents in the surface not knowing that the one step they made found its way to the surface leaving a crack. It would be so much better if I could just find a way to be better.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts of a black teenager
Short StoryMight as well call this a memoir of my life, all the real, boring and sad parts of me shoved in public for all eyes to see. Who am I, that's one secret I'll never tell You know you love me, xoxo (I couldn't help it)
