The page is black!
Although all these thoughts travel through my mind! I want to speak out but as I go to I am mocked and criticized.
Spills and Speeches occupy no room in my head. I REALLY want to speak out but maturity hasn’t yet granted me confidence. I stand alone in a room full of people and as my hand reaches my head I realize that my existence is non-existent.
I’ve been belittled and neglected all my life, a Polynesian tradition that does not change, but I do and I refuse to be someone’s second or third choice. Can’t you see that I’m going through something? Don’t you have any words of advice or an inspirational song on your IPod playlist to share with me?
Like a bulldozer your words shatter my self-esteem into pieces too little to be put back together. Although I may laugh it off to nothing hiding my vulnerability, your word no matter how small hurt, they sting, and it burns!
I am suffering that of a devil’s demon, your words of judgment are the pit of Hell and my second and third degree burns are visual detection that I have been there!
Look….I am still trying to heal
And I don’t need your hurt
I need your help!