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What should I do?I feel trapped, enclosed like I'm in an animal cage.
I do not like this place.
Actually...I don't like anything...
Or anyone for that matter....
I've been starving myself for days now too.
I can't control myself and my emotions.
"What's wrong with me?! "
"Why is this happening?!"
Are some questions that I've asked myself OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
These questions, however, we're not given any answers
They were left blank.
Just like the empty void where my sanity used to be...
I wonder what it feels like....
To be secure. Loved. Unharmed. Wanted .
To not be called a FREAK or maybe ABNORMAL
The BullyI met the bully today,
It’s the first day of 6th grade.
I’m assigned to sit next to him all yearlong.
I thought, “He’ll be my new friend!” but boy, I was wrong.
I sit, wave, say “hi.”
Thinking I’ve just made a new ally.
He smiles, but not kindly. A sly look in his eye.
He was already thinking of ways to make me cry.
He called me a name or some other remark.
A hurtful jolt went through me with a spark.
“Maybe that’s his way of being funny.”
I laughed it off, and tried to be chummy.
Today the bully called me fat.
He pointed to my stomach and laughed like a brat.
I looked down at myself with no words to say
And for the first time noticed a large bulge on display.
I had no return as the bully went on.
He said my stomach was as wide as it was long.
“You must eat all the time when you’re at home.”
“You gain so much weight cuz you’re all alone!”
How can he be so mean to someone he just met?
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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