By: Brianna Tockey
The Girl Who Tried
You walk in the room. Everyone's staring. You like to pretend that they like you and want to hang out with you, and that's why they're staring. But that's not why, it's never why. They're judging you, they always do. You don't cry though, you know better, but you sit there wishing that just for once they'd give you a chance. But that's how it works in your world, right? But they don't realize the pain you go through, and that it's only a matter of time before there's no more 'you' to be judged on.
What's Wrong With Society
"What did i do wrong?" She screams at the world. She's crying but this time it's different, this time she doesn't know what she did wrong. She's confused, and frustrated, her thoughts keep collapsing. Her eyes are producing tears that her thoughts can't keep up with. She's looking out in the city, wondering why no-one's equal. Her eyes tear up even more. She closes her eyes, she imagines a world where no one is judged, where people can walk freely knowing that they are just as wanted as anyone else. She smiles, a smile so bright that people have to stop just to get a glimpse. She opens her eyes, an closes them again. It's gone, everyone's gone. She closes her eyes tighter and tighter, wishing, hoping, praying, that for just one second she could have it back. She opens her eyes once more. Her family surrounds her, "what's wrong?"....She wiped her tears, "I don't know what to do anymore.."
I've decided to kill myself. It's too much of a difference. I know this doesn't make sense to you, but to me, it hurts. It's like the only time I don't feel stressed out and discriminated is when I'm alone. Even sometimes being alone doesn't help. Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into me, maybe it's the girls at school or maybe this discrimination is getting to my head, and is to much right now..But the thing is with me is I'll never be like the rest, I'm never gonna be able to walk around without people thinking their better than me. I never really understood why this happens, but I can't take anymore of those disgusted looks as I walk by, or those terrifying comments surrounding my head, replaying, and replaying, till it turns into a nightmare. I can't take it anymore, I just cant. I know you don't care, but still.
To: My White Discriminating Parents