Pain is in my life. Its the scary monster in my closet. Its the failed and broken promises my father has made. Its the time I spend alone just wishing I wasn't an only child. Its when my family pass me off as an outsider, and I hear my parents say they wish they never had me.
   My pain is knowing that I might not be loved by anyone. To know that my weakness and lonelyness is writen on my face. Knowing I can't be with the one I love.
   Pain is a filthy monster that has consumed my life.