Everyone was like devils with snakes’ eyes trying to coil me up as they tried to suffocate me. Their actions squeezed me until my vision was blurry, and darkness covered my soul. They worked overtime trying to hypnotize me and bury me with their lies. Nobody was to be trusted because everyone was out for themselves.

It is not fair that I continue to get the shitty sides on both ends of the stick.

They might not believe me. They don’t have to as long as I believe in myself—that is good enough for me.

…And here I am ... thinking of the never-ending uneven path that I am still traveling down—not knowing where it is going to lead me.

Once again, I tried to explain. I was my own lawyer, and I represented and tried to defend my innocence, but as always, it fell on deaf ears.

I am lost. I wonder who lives behind my eyes. I guess a lost little child who never grew up. However, I was forced to grow up, but I never had a chance to experience the sweet and playful side of life.

During the day, my mood is cloudy, uncertain, blurred, depressing, and there is so much fog I can’t see the sun, nor do I have a head's up that the rain is coming. I wish just one day my mood could at least be fair skies. I mean, at least for once, could my life be fair instead of constantly feeling anxiety and my soul tied in two knots or more?

I wish someone would tell me it would be alright. I wish someone would tell me that I am not alone.

Because of you, I am damaged, and I’ve been paying for your reckless actions since birth!!