I am 16 years old. I have a sister and a brother and I am the youngest. My parents are devout Christians. Which means that we have a lot of rules. I am not aloud to wear pants, makeup, or heels higher than my pinkie. I have never cut my hair in my life. I am not aloud to say words like "freaking", "crap", or even "bratt". I have had to hide the music and the bands that I love because "That music is of the devil." Hiding who you are and what you think and what you love. It wears down on you. I know my parents love me. But do they really love me? No they love a version of me that isn't true. In real life I am bisexual. I am blunt and a little but loud and I am feriously proud of who I am. In school I am looked at because I am "different". This is not a choice. When you see me at school I am open and I smile and I joke. If you see me at my house and don't say much for fear of getting in trouble. In my house I have the worst self esteem in the world. This is not a life I want to live but I have to. I cut. I cry in the shower so no one can hear me. But I am strong. In a few years I will graduate and then you will see the real me. You will see the person who loves herself. You will see the girl who helps everyone, who has scars but is strong. I am strong. I am beautiful. I am me. I am strong!