I know perfectly well who I am- and who you are.
I'm that guy who is always teased by his classmates, who goes blind the second his glasses come off, whose clothes are made fun of because their plaid and from the 1950s. Face it, Maddy, you need a better guy than me, one who actually looks cool, and who has all the girls climbing on him.
And you? You're that girl who refuses to express her voice, who is very shy and sweet. You're that girl who knows who to make someone laugh, but is too afraid to try. You're that girl who ceases to exist in her own world. You are destined to great things, but you are afraid to own the wings to help you fly.
I am still the weirdest kid in the class, drowning in a pool of worry, nausea, and fear for the bullies at school the next day.
My dad says I have great potential, but I never believe him- and I cease to believe in myself. He says I will be accepted into one of the best colleges in the state, and he is the one who will choose my future. I have absolutely no say in where I go or what I will become. I know Dad knows best, but sometimes I feel like he makes all the decisions for me.
So maybe I might be the one who just goes with the flow. But I hate that flow.
From,
Crazy Redhead
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