7 April 2012
They want perfection. They don't want me. I am not what they want. I am not perfect. The world wants perfect.
I am unaccepted. I am unlikable. I am unprotected from their attacks.
Their name calling. Their bullying. Their physical abuse.
I am a slut. I am a nerd. I am a liar. I am an imperfection, and I can't handle it any more.
Because that's not me, but they decided it is. To them I am nothing. To them I am invisible. To them I am disgusting, but to me, I am lost.
Lost in their words, unable to find myself. And if I can't find myself. Then how do I know who I am?
Perfect • Opuss № I