Do I disgust you? Do I do something that you cannot stand? Do I have some flaw that you just cannot bare? One that makes you turn away from me, and never look upon my face. Is it possible that you can hate me, when I thought you were the soul person who wouldn’t, couldn’t do anything but accept me? How dare you pass judgment on me? You sit there, pretending to be the best, a happy go lucky girl. When really, your nothing. Your pedestal is broken, from your overweight ass trying to fit on it, and that face of yours repels everyone at the sight. You lie, you cheat, you steal, you scream and cry and wail, fuss, and complain. And you do it all………for what? Why do you do the things that you do? Why do you lock yourself up when people want to love you, want to hold you and need you? You selfish little girl, now sitting on a broken stool. Sitting in a house with no family left to love you. I look at you, everyday. Every morning, non, night, every chance I get. I see you. Standing there, glaring at me for making you this way. But only sometimes. Most of the time you have no emotion, no effort, no will to make a difference in your facial expressions. Your plastic smile appears once again for show and everyone around you remembers that you are happy and pretend to be sad, not the other way around. What a nightmare you live, what a nightmare you are. So put your mask back on little girl, no one wants to see the real you, and your hideous marks. You start to whisper to yourself. Only then do I open my eyes and realize that the nightmare was me.