I have been through hell the last 18 years of my life.
I have had a teacher compare my past to someone else’s,
It was said that mine story would not touch another.
But why would you compare my life to another students.
When you were not there in the first place.
You didn’t walk to same path I did.
You didn’t see the same things I did,
Nor did you hear the things I have.
People have compared me my entire life.
Not my past but me in general.
When you have walked my path
Then you may judge.
I have lived it all
I was forced to face the demons that I had long buried.
And for what? A grade?
How to you grade someone’s past
Unless you have lived it.
But eventually you learn to accept it….just like I have.
You learn not to feel anymore…like I have.
I am a lot of things,
I am hurt,
I am mad,
I am sad
But most of all I am…
Broken