It's hard to talk about me because i'm ordinary.

My story begins with my parents naming me an ordinary name.

My father got first and last while my mother got middle.

Unfortunately,that was the only compromise the ever successfully managed

Like oil and water a catalyst is needed for the great mix ; once that is gone they separate, tightly holding on to their own ideals. But that is ordinary.

It's hard to talk about myself because i'm ordinary.

My story is filled with self hate manafested by the lies people told about me, which are categorized as " mean words" and is defined as bullying.  But now a days that's ordinary.

It's hard to talk about me because i'm ordinary.

My story places me in my room, hiding from the shame and ridicule; sexual harassment and name calling. Sheilding me from the sharp pain I feel when the words or actions judgement creeps into my space. Encouraging my hopeless hopes, because honestly honesty is not always the best policy. But he even now..... wait.... especially now ,this is ordinary.

It's hard to talk about myself because i'm ordinary.

My story translated on paper frequently speaks of sleepless nights, "growing pains", self exploration, attention grabbing marathons of the secret life of an American teenager. But hey for a seventeen year old, that is ordinary.

It's hard to talk about me because i'm ordinary.

My story illistrated is graphic. Around others it's smiles and a clear head; while alone my judgement is clouded, tears running down face as I write a list of who will miss me the most. Even though it's unsettling to think about, this too is ordinary.

It's hard to talk about me because i'm ordinary.

My future story has not been written yet. The composer of this "light" read has stopped cold, trying to find a happy ending. Event though she has not found it, she has writen drafts. these endings include things like falling in love, living a happy single life, or living for an empty purpose and suddently wake up and say " I can't do this". Thankfully it's still in development, and the others are just drafts; not final copies. This process is common or what I like to call ordinary

I don't like to talk about myself because i'm ordinary. Different day, same problems, different person; but even so your approach seems unordinary. Let's focus more on you and less on me... I'd love to hear your story.