The Gun Goes Off. I Fall.

I Feel Like Someone Is Pressing Me Into A Mold That Does Not Fit My Body, Forcing Me Intothe Wrong Shape.

There Is A Reason You Don’t Know All The Things I Know. -marcus Eaton

Come On,'he Says.' I Have Something Else To Show You.

I Watch Her Blond Head Until It Disappears Around The Bend, And I Feel Bare, Like There's Nothing Left To Protect Me Against Pain. Her Absence Stings Worst Of All.

I Want To Be Brave, And Selfless, And Smart, And Kind, And Honest.