Me..

I'm not popular.
I'm not skinny.
I'm not the best welder.
My hair isn't perfect.
My skin isn't beautiful.


I'm not what you would call normal...
Some may say that I have issues, but really, I am just struggling.
The things I have seen.. The places I have been.

It all started when I was 13.. I met someone that I thought was everything. Turns out, he was just a fake. I thought that he was my world. He took me places that I had never been; gave me an escape from the loneliness of my world. It was all fine and dandy until he took me to the place that to this day makes me shiver. A backroad in my little, quiet hometown. No, it wasn't technically rape, but it was close enough..

That was what destroyed my family, and me. I tried and tried to be happy. To pretend I was ok and that nothing happened, but in reality, it took everything away from me. After the age of 13, I was never really a kid again. I was just a girl that you passed in the hallways or saw walking down the street. I wasn't ordinary. I was different. Even when I smiled, you could see I was broken deep down.