Life is a series of moments put together all at once.
Life is a story. It all has a beginning and will always have a end.
There are two things everyone shares you are always born and you will always die.
What makes life different for everyone else is what happens in the middle.
Some grow strong, while others grow weak.
Some grow to be helpful,kind, and caring; others become selfish,greedy, and mean.
They all play the endless game of life.
only hoping that they will leave their mark on the world.
only to be left as another soon to be empty grave buried 6 feet under the rest of the world forgotten and rotten.

A girl, is sitting in class.
What do you see?
A girl, who is quite? Strong? Weak?
On the outside you only see what is in the reflection.
But if you look closely into her eyes she will show you her world.
You will see on the inside her mind is clawing at her eyes and ripping at her mouth.
Her mind is screaming and screaming hoping just hoping someone will hear her muffled screams kept inside because she can't show her true reflection.
For if she goes inside out she will not be able to make it.
She would have to shed her thick skin that she has grown for many years.
She would have to show every scar, mark, mistake,burn, and lie she has ever told.
She would have to bare her soul to the world.
A girl, sitting in class
What do you see?
A girl who is hiding

I remember the good times
and I remember the bad times
But the ones that stick to the core and shape you who you are, are the ones that deeply scar you.