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Nov 2015
All my life
Starting young,
I was told
How to act
How to sit
How to dress
How to talk
Like some robot

I hate to say it
But I'm human
I will make mistakes

I never knew who I was
Because I was always told who to be
And no one could ever understand
To the extent that I mean

Kids hated me
Said I was weird
Because wearing skirts everyday
Well, it was weird
But that was my life
Sheltered and nice

But corruption found its way inside
Like a serpent
I was a place for darkness to hide

I acted out
To make a stand
Became the rebel
That I really am
Took a knife to my skin
With crimson red
I turned my purity to sin

"Katherine"
It means pure, yknow
And there was a time
When I could have been

Pure
Is what my parents wanted me to be

Perfect
In the eyes of everyone
Except me

Strange
Ostracized in my own world

I doubt anyone could even imagine
All the pain I went through
I was a freak
With the face of an angel
So innocent
More like ignorant
But without bliss

I was the angel
Who never smiled
The angel
Who never spoke
The angel
Who cried in her room all alone
Even when I was
Just five years old
The angel with shackles
Clamped to my ankles
The chains pulled me to earth

I am an angel
With broken wings
And no one could ever
Feel empathy
I was raised in a particularly strange way... but I didn't exactly turn out the way that everyone wanted me to.
Katherine Laslie
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Katherine Laslie
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