My Life
To whom it may concern, or am I a concern to anyone besides my family?
I am told to on a daily basis do not do that, do not speak like that, when have
regulations been so strict upon young adults? I do not recall, all my life
I have been told what to do and how to act, but what if I am done acting and behaving
in the form you wished me to do, it will dissapoint you
but I feel as if I am doing that already...a rose's life seems perfect right? Blooming
in the spring and all year long we jsut see the surface of the flower the outer layers, I am
a rose, a rose with layers, layers that which you only see the surface, but not what
is in the inside a white rose has a dark shadow I have been told, my shadow however is
the only thing that knows me in the inside and it only abandons my in the darkness which
is fine because I know that it will be with me the next day...
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