Dirty

I rub and rub yet it doesn’t come off

What is this dark substance on my skin why won’t it come off?

I cry and scream as the dark red wine streams, “why won’t it come OFF!” I exclaim, as I wince in pain.

It can’t be that hard why won’t it go through! What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! I laugh in frustration as the clear small puddles drip down from my face and scream. “Why do I have to be this way… why me?!” I scrub more to get it off, but nothing. Clear. So I stop.

Im done, i tired all I could, to be a part of this pretty neighborhood. I wipe the puddles from my eyes, and go outside, smell the sweet air while the wine dries. It’s time to stop to be free. It’s time to do what I always wanted and

Be me.

Author: Sai’