Bruises: Part 1

She sits at the keyboard, speechless. There's nothing coming through, nothing being absorbed. Most people would say she's depressed, some would say she's 'expressing deep emotion through silence and hatred.' But those are the kind of people who just skip happily through life, thinking everyone who thinks less of the world is just a poor little helpless goth who should learn to grow up. And those are the kinds of people who die early. Okay that's harsh, but mainly true. Only someone who could feel so silent that she can't even write what she feels. But then again, she doesn't even know how she feels.1

At least not yet.2

Her life is normal, even good. She's just.. average. Average grades. Average height. Average looking. You get the picture. What she should be is special. Why she was born average is beyond her, but she is angry. At herself, for not being more than was expected. ... Even expectations like hers would have never sustained themselves, for they were far too high for any AVERAGE human being. Now she breathes deeply, and enjoys the background music. 3

Even when there is none.4

Of course, you may think that shes a girl who doesn't care what other people think, and dances to their own beat. That's what she wants to be,5

but society demands otherwise.