Can someone truly be defined?
the way that a body curves that can make a woman who she is.
but growing up I never felt that.
I knew I was different by middle school, but I hid it from others
trying my best to just be normal. straight. female. like all the other girls who where along my side.
I struggled with my identity as much as I struggled with my home life.
eighth grade began my hatred for my mother and the red lines that made me stick out along with the pain it brought me.
I learned about fitting in and finding someone who meant so fucking much to me.
but he left me in a weeks passing. or was it me?
for having all these issues
I'd never know.
after all of that I just gave up with school.
fuck my classes and everyone.
and now here I am.
to be defined is not something I am good with
I am a kid who's;
has no mother
has fucked an older man
has done drugs and drank till I cant feel anymore
is anxiety risen
is alone in the world most of the time
and just wants to be normal.
that is who I am.
how I define myself.
and it helps me through everything.
to get better and maybe not hate myself as much anymore when times get dark.
even though im still a child.