Labels

We all have labels. Sometimes we wear them and people call us by them. Sometimes they're thrown at s and we only hear the whispers behind our backs. For us, our labels are our names.

pale, red-eyed Rat.

religious, albino, Freak.

scarred, money-loving, Monster.

Ugly piercings, Strange.

bulimic Teacher's Pet.

Fat, blue, Shark-Freak.

Dumb Blonde.

Puppet-Freak, Doll Boy.

slow, Dead Last.

Two-Faced, Freak.

Freaks! Why don't you die?!

At school, we're no one…

Then we go home.

"I'm Itachi."

"He's Kisame, my boyfriend, and I am his Angel."

"He's Hidan and he's Kakuzu."

"They're Sasori, Deidara, Konan, and Pein."

"And they're Zetsu and Tobi."

"We're normal teens; we are friends. We're Akatsuki.

And so, while at school, our labels are wrong and bad, our labels at home are good and right.

We are good.

And so are you.

We have labels. There's no getting around it. You can be a bitch, or a slut, or a whore, maybe a faggot or a Freak. Hell, you might just be the pretty blonde or the strong jock. You can be all of those just by one's words alone.

But that isn't you.

You are you. You are normal, you are good, you are special. We are what we choose to be by what we do as cliché as it is.

So I am Paige.

And you are Eric or Pedro, Emily or Aubrey. Or whatever you name is!

And that's all you can be.

And so the question is: Do you know yourlabel?