I am powerless. People betray me, insult me without even knowing who I am. For them I am nothing but a victim, a girl with no defences. I never asked for any of this, never did anything wrong, yet for some reason this entire high school wants my death. This all began a winters day because I had glasses or some other childish reason of sorts. Since this day it has been never ending. My only escape is my notepad. A notepad which keeps me alive, and forget this sad reality. I've never had friends, I prefer my solitude. it's better this way I think.
My results with my school work, which are more than perfect, have given me a reputation. I am the girl who when she falls everybody mocks. I am that girl, shy and reserved, I am she who suffers each day mentally as well as physically
. The girl you insult without even knowing. I am she who is judged because of her style of clothes, her taste in music and any other types of grief like that, which is slowly destroying me.
I am powerless facing these people, but I have a story.
It's going to hurt, it's a vicious circle; a story of love.