An ApologySorry.An Apology3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
I couldn't say it
right? I saw the
the baggy clothes
the short hair
(I thought you were only
like you two did sometimes,
acting more like sisters than I did with her)
the way how
when we were little
─I was seven,
Megan was four,
You were five─
you would always insist on being Peter Pan
(but always from the adaptation where
Peter was played by a girl, of course,
the really old version you liked so much)
Did you know, even then?
Because, some days, I still feel like I'm
and we're kids running around your basement,
climbing on the shelves,
jumping down quickly so we don't get
We're still running
or at least I am.
You were always the braver one,
Why I am MyselfWhy I am Myself3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
You can't tell me who to be no matter how hard you try. You can't make me change my mind. You can't make me do a damned thing.
Your words, however...
They are the reason I hide my skin. They are the reason I tear at my mind. They are the reason I can't stand to look at you. They are the reason to my hatred.
I dress in black. I listen to rock music. I am a goth.
And it's not because I'm an angsty teen who simply wants attention.
It's because I want to show you that you can't stop me from being myself. It's my only strength in the fight, because deep down...
You're words shattered the purple mirror of my heart