Summer days turned cold and meaningless. July 28th left scars that I never hide. I am born and bred in this naive town with sheltered people, judgemental minds and abandoned roads cracked with frost heaves. Sunny ponds and shady trees look innocent to regular people (innocent like I used to be) but I see past them and realize everything has its own tragedy. I see my home through the window. "Point to it but dont let anyone see you."1
He wont worry, because nobody sees me.2
I will be the perfect child for my perfect parents in our perfect house with our perfect dog. It's like when one bad thing happens, you entire world falls down. The more you try and get back, you push it farther away. Typical American lifestyle, push your shameful thoughts under the rug. Don't be bold. Hush the stories of your stay at the mental ward because society says it isn't ok. But who do you tell all your defeats and fears when everyones too afraid to speak? Nobody. You sit at home in your sheltered room and wonder why society deemed you incorrect and punished you to be just another depressed teenager.3
Author notes
I had to write this for a project in art, and I kinda liked it.
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Comments
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This is amazing I love thi spiece.. its exactly how i feel sometimes.. "perfect house, perfect dog"... and your family wants to hide the shame of things that you have done.. i can really relate to a lot of your work
"But who do you tell all your defeats and fears when everyones too afraid to speak?"-> this line stood out for me the most
you have an amazing way with words
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Wow...im speechless...this is a great job, you really have beautiful flow here.
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