The Path of Me

February 3, 2009
By Kenia Q. BRONZE, West Islip, New York
Kenia Q. BRONZE, West Islip, New York
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I run, feeling the wind blowing my hair like crazy.
I cry hysterically with my eyes puffy, red and swollen.
I walk slowly, ignoring you all, forever.
I don't dare to look back, for the fear of everything.
The fear of changing again.
For I have become a devil and that I do not want.
I see a path, ahead.
A path so lonely, yet so special.
My path, my road, my life.
I change myself little by little.
I don't care if I have no friends.
It's just me, myself and I surving the wild on my own.

The author's comments:
I wrote Full of Beauty after losing all my friends. Don't pity me, it was the best thing that could've ever happened to me. They were nothing but drama queens that were changing me for the bad. And I haven't realized it until now. Now, I am changing for the good on my own, without friends.

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