The Real Me
I'm not so weak anymore. I'm not like my self that got walked over. I am a business women...thats about it. Lol. I don't know what I am. It's hard to acknowledge. All I know is that what I am right now hurts to be here. And if it hurts this much then it is a worthy contender. but it doesn't hurt like rape hurts. It doesn't hurt like betrayal of a father. It isn't that deep. The hurt is like a feather that touches my face, soft yet sorrowfull. It isn't utter and pure torment.
Im bored.entertain me.