More Confidence and More Fear

When I was a little kid, I not a particularly brave child.  I was afraid of bullies, afraid teachers, and afraid of my parents.  I worried about consequences, I worried about getting beaten up. I didn’t know who I was either.  I mean I knew something’s that I liked but I never felt like IContinue reading “More Confidence and More Fear”

18 Years

14 “Fuck you,” I shout at the sky, both middle fingers extended fully, boiling tears stream down my nose and cheeks, corroding and burning as they roll. I return to my room, my eight by ten cell. “Please end me,” I beg the silence in the sky. Every ugly face is of an enemy, fangsContinue reading “18 Years”