Running From a Lie

Different

I not like most people. I am different but I don't know how or why? My sister always told me that being different is something everyone wants but some people get jealous. Being different is a gift hand crafted from God. He made us the way we our for reasons unknown by the human race. He does it to make us stronger not weaker. He wants us to survive but it our choice what we will do in those hard times. Will we pick our self from the ground when they tell us to stay down and push us. Or will we stay down like the rest of the world wants us to and cry. Letting the fear consume you until you can move on.
No, I will not let her down. I will pick up my body from the ground. I will not listen to them or fall for the bull shit they tell me.

She told me hold your head high, show them NOTHING will break you hope, spirt, soul and love. And you will hold that close to your heart because when you feel like you have nothing left you will remember the one think they can not take away from you.
They do this because they lost their hope, spirt, soul, and love. They want to see you suffer like them but don't give them that gratification.

She also told me no one can be perfect they may seem perfect but it not possible. Perfection is something we just shot for in life. Mistakes happen and we have to face fears, problems but it better not stop you from trying because once you stop from trying. You are just taking up nothing but space and oxygen.

When I was little she NEVER aloud me to stop trying. I could fail but she pick up. I never had to do it alone. And I will never forget even time she was there and how much she care.

But I left her by herself to fight the dark when her spirt was broken and I didn't tell her to keep fight. But she so strong and she keep fight for what she want.

I love my sister she a fighter and I will be one too.

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My name is Ryan I'm seventeen. I have brown straight hair and dark brown eyes almost black like the night. At least that how my sister compares my eyes. "Like the night sky with a little bits of lighter golden brown in them which representing the stars"

Her name is Rose like the flower. Look so gorgeous but looks can deceive you. Do not get me wrong she sweet and care but she doesn't sugar coat anything. She calls it tough love but it show you how much she care about your well being.

She about 5"2 so she says but I think is 5"0 and just tells everyone she is taller. When I have 6"2 or so body frame, which makes her a foot shorter then me. I have the dark brown eyes, she happens to have hazel eyes. That match the exact color of a forest; different colors of brown and green. I have straight dark brown hair that only a few shades lighter then my eyes. She has crazy curly hair the color of honey mixed with a cinnamon stick give it that light brown look with lighter colored highlights. I have a strong dark tan when she has a light skin tone.

We look completely different yet we are family. We complete each other and are always their for each other at least most of the time.