They just told me today would be my last.
There would be no running from it.
No hiding under the covers praying it will disappear.
No closing my eyes and counting to ten.
I’m sure they are wrong, it can’t be as bad as they say.
If it were, why would others do it?
No, they must be exaggerating.
Trying to scare me.
Hoping I’ll call it off.
I am stronger than they think.
Of course my family disapproves.
What do they know.
They don't understand and never have.
I wish they understood, and now they never will, for I won’t be here to explain it.
They’ve always been prejudiced.
Hated me for what I want.
For living my life....
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