There are many things that make up me, and many things that make my life hard. To name two of the hardest parts of me would to label me correctly. I am not ashamed of who I am, I am ashamed of how others perceive me. The human race is a complicated thing. Our thoughts hurt not only others when disrespectful, but ourselves; our actions as well.
I have been called a "Fuckin Mechacan Retard" I have also been called a "Dyke". It hurts to be called those things, but my reactions to the words hurt me more. I can't help but lash out. I almost always end up in a fight. It could be verbal, or physical. but in the end I almost always end up hurting more than I did when they called me the names.. I have this sinking feeling in my stomach, and it is all I can think about for days. Not what they called me, but my reaction.
I am my own worst enemy.
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