Who are you to tell me how to feel? Who are you to tell me how to live my life? What makes you the head game maker of my life? No one. Nothing. You can't control me anymore. I'm my own being, and I deserve to be treated like one. Not a pity party. Do I look like a pity party? Hell no! I'm so sick of being judged for the choices that society makes for me. This isn't my life. I'm not in my body, I'm looking in on my own life from a different perspective. I am screaming "LET ME IN" But no one hears me. Why can't I make a difference in my own life? I'll tell you why, I got ****** in. I got manipulated and molded into something that I never dreamed I would become. Wake up! The only person you can rely on in the world is yourself, but I don't know who I am anymore. I want to be the happy little girl I used to be, running around in fields(cliche I know) but I was that girl once. I was pretty, people looked at me, and complimented me. Not because they felt bad, but because they saw a pretty little girl with no secrets. But my secrets have overcome my body, I'm drowning in my lies. And my time is up.