If you saw me you'd be grossed out. My life is a miserable black hole. No one can hlep me. I am as they say, a misfit. I don't deserve to be here. I am doing all I can. But what am I? Am I a monster? Help, help! You stop to look. The look dicribes, "What are you?" You walk on. You keep that image in your head. You can't keep your mind of that ugly thing. You decide you want to help. But how? The next day you see that person again. You hold out your hand. The person look up in confusion. "C'mon. It's just a hand it won't bite," The person grabs your hand. The cold flesh touches yours. You suddenly relise the tourment the person has been through. Your eyes widen. Then the person says, "Why are you helping me? A perosn as ugly as me?" You then say, "Because I want to help you." The person's eyes begin to get some color. Then you start to talk and laugh with that peron you never noticed.
xxSoulEmbracedDeathxx · Mon Jul 09, 2007 @ 09:39pm · 4 Comments |