Background

This all began when I was young. Rumors are a blur sometimes but their easy to remember. Don’t judge me until you know me. Don’t underestimate me until you challenge me. And don’t talk about me until you know me. I'm so sick of immaturity, of name calling, of labels, of gossip of middle school. It doesn't make sense any more. & I find myself being nice to that I want to strangle. Forget what you heard, recognize what you see. I people know you heard the rumors….. Now here’s the real me.

What

As I walk through the hall, I see people whispering staring and passing notes. What are they saying I wonder. Who are they talking about? I continue to wonder what’s going on. I get to my locker then out of no where I hear ,” Is it true?” I wonder again what are they talking about, so I ignore them. Later that day I get on my Facebook to see what’s going on. I wait for it to log on. As I wait I hear my phone ring.

Why

Why would somebody ever say that? I’ve been to Shoal Creek Hospital twice, why go again? Is it because of who I really am? Or How I act? I continue to wonder why somebody would say that? But who?

Who

Who would say that? Help!!! I know I can be rude at times but never enough towards where somebody would say that.

Rumor

I finally know what the rumor is. What is it you may ask? Well, it’s that………. They can’t wait for me to commit suicide. Why??

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.01.2012

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