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Dec 2018
I realize I am
evil,
crazy,
depressed,
broken,
scarred,
mean.
People give me the titles
"Evil ******"
"Stupid."
"Insane *****"
"Violent Girl."
People have started to drift away from me...
They have done this because,
I am crazy
I am depressed
I am violent
I am not your average girl,
people tell me,
"You have to shave your legs."
"You have to act like a girl."
"You have to be weak."
I hate my life because of these people
but,
My friends that I have left say...
That I am,
Nice,
protective,
brave,
helpful,
smart,
and funny.
They call me,
"A Helper"
"A Good kid."
"A Sweet child."
Some of these people have only known me for a year,
some for more than a year.
They have done this because,
I am smart,
I am helpful,
I am kind.
They tell me,
"Keep trying."
"Stop cutting."
"Laugh more"
These people shape me and I realize my pros and cons,
I have had a realization.
This is true there are some more things but I don't want to tell them since they are very personal.
Amy Duckworth
Written by
Amy Duckworth  13/F
(13/F)   
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