| I walk through the halls with my head held high. Ignoring the stares. Ignoring the voices. I endure my classes everyday. Ignoring the whispers. Ignoring the stories that I know people are making up in their heads. I've heard all the rumors. I've experienced all the lonely pain. People think that they're better than me because they believe I've made the wrong choice. The religious condemn me. To burn in hell and suffer through eternity in agony. Breaking me upon the wheel and smothering me in the rotten smell of brimstone. The sympathizers wonder why I haven't chose a different path. Trying to push their ideas into my mouth with their pretty words and fancy gestures. Telling me that it will all be ok and that I still have a chance at life. The adults stare in pity. In their eyes I am everything that their children will never be. I am the one that they will use as an example around their dinner table when they're teaching their daughters and sons the right and wrong way to live a young life. Those in my situation sneer at me. For I am not special. Because they think that I'm following some sadistic trend that they want to solely be theirs. But I have made myself hard against all of them. I won't let them drag me under into their nasty world of dirt and grime. Where no one who isn't perfect is allowed to live happily. They want to beat me down and cut me until I bleed out everything inside of me. But I'm the better one. I'm the one who has control over my life. To you. I'm just another pregnant teen. To me. I'm the best person in my life. The End |
| Just Another by: V |