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Ramblings of a 16-year-old.







I feel trapped within myself and all I can do is crawl beneath my modest exterior. It’s very intricate to find a way to crack through this hard shell. A turtle-like person that has caused me to be abstemious towards being a normal and happy girl. This skin deep alter ego is what I want to abolish so desperately, but it has taken over and killed everything inside. My own self-destruction has nourished this evil genius. Sometimes my shoes pinch and other times they don’t fit and I’ve forgotten what it’s like to walk in my own shoes. Now they just hurt all the time, but I’ve become accustomed to the pain.



Inside of me, beneath this mask, a deep intensity lies concealed. But, I can’t seem to convince people it’s there. I’ve never met anyone who has been successful at pulling the sheets off me, or even anyone patient enough to try. Shallowness has clouded peoples minds. Keeping them from knowing the authenticity of a human being. I’m compelled to put up with societies superficial minds.



I am unable to speak for myself, let alone defend myself. It’s seen as a weakness, and people take utter advantage of it. My mind and my heart have become so exasperated, it’s an excruciating emotional pain. I’ve become a slave to this feign outer image, a slave of this mask I’ve created. Every thought, every feeling builds up. I’m ready to explode. I’m a fucking prisoner in my own body.