Who Am I
By Andi
Rating: PG-13 to R; I'm not sure where this one's going, but for now it's PG-13.
Summary: Buffy Summers seems like an average social butterfly with a seemingly perfect body and life, according to everyone except her. Will someone pull her out of herself before she drowns?
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I don't have money, so please don't sue me. (LOL)
A/N: Buffy's POV. Please review, without it my muse evaporates. I hope you like!
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Mrs. Reeds just handed out our new essay topic. It's wrong. Degrading, even.
Who am I? Is this some sick joke?
What gives her the right to ask that question? I bet she's expecting some lame-ass answer such as 'I'm a girl who wants to grow up and have a wonderful family with a beautiful caring husband.' That's what everyone else would expect.
Well, no more. If she has the nerve to ask this question, she better be prepared for an answer that doesn't include flowers and bunnies and white paper doilies.
Buffy Summers is no longer going to be everyone's dumb blonde. I mean it. I'm totally going against the grain; washing my hands of the filth that is Sunnydale High's popularity queen.
I'm gonna write like there's no barrier to my soul, and with that she'll see just how far she stepped over the line.
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Who Am I? By Buffy Summers
Who am I?
I am a girl whose appearance is a lie. I am a girl who feels like she's ruined her existence. I've put up a front of being a cheery, dumb, don't- give-a-damn about world issues 'cuz I've got myself a pretty new nail- polish color ditz. I've wasted myself trying to be what everyone else wants me to be, and now no one takes me seriously. It's my fault.
I let everyone do this to me. I asked them to! So now I've got to lie in the grave I dug for myself. And don't even tell me that that's not the way the expression goes, 'cuz that's the thing I don't give a damn about.
I am a girl who is loved for my appearance, because no one knows my soul enough to love it. I'm a girl who needs someone, but there's no one there. I need to be left alone.
My mom and dad always ask me why I close the door to my room. Just because I tell them I don't know doesn't mean I don't. I do. Opening that door scares me. In my room, I don't have to pretend. There's no one there to demand that I put up my helpless façade. Outside that door, and I have to go back to being one of those 'shiny, happy people' who are told they're too young to understand things, but understand all too well.
Who am I? I am me. I just hope that someday, someone else will realize that too.
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It's been two days since I turned in that essay, and I am suffering from major wiggings. I shouldn't have given that to my English teacher! She'll never understand, she'll just send me to a psychiatrist! And that'll make me talk, talk about things that I've buried deep within me for so long. Things that no person should have to go through. Things that I've been through. And that's never good.
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A/N: Please tell me if I should continue or not! I need peace of mind. Also, spuffy goodness will come, but slowly. Bear with me, in my other stories it goes way too fast. Lots of love,
Andi
By Andi
Rating: PG-13 to R; I'm not sure where this one's going, but for now it's PG-13.
Summary: Buffy Summers seems like an average social butterfly with a seemingly perfect body and life, according to everyone except her. Will someone pull her out of herself before she drowns?
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I don't have money, so please don't sue me. (LOL)
A/N: Buffy's POV. Please review, without it my muse evaporates. I hope you like!
.....................................................
Mrs. Reeds just handed out our new essay topic. It's wrong. Degrading, even.
Who am I? Is this some sick joke?
What gives her the right to ask that question? I bet she's expecting some lame-ass answer such as 'I'm a girl who wants to grow up and have a wonderful family with a beautiful caring husband.' That's what everyone else would expect.
Well, no more. If she has the nerve to ask this question, she better be prepared for an answer that doesn't include flowers and bunnies and white paper doilies.
Buffy Summers is no longer going to be everyone's dumb blonde. I mean it. I'm totally going against the grain; washing my hands of the filth that is Sunnydale High's popularity queen.
I'm gonna write like there's no barrier to my soul, and with that she'll see just how far she stepped over the line.
.....................................................
Who Am I? By Buffy Summers
Who am I?
I am a girl whose appearance is a lie. I am a girl who feels like she's ruined her existence. I've put up a front of being a cheery, dumb, don't- give-a-damn about world issues 'cuz I've got myself a pretty new nail- polish color ditz. I've wasted myself trying to be what everyone else wants me to be, and now no one takes me seriously. It's my fault.
I let everyone do this to me. I asked them to! So now I've got to lie in the grave I dug for myself. And don't even tell me that that's not the way the expression goes, 'cuz that's the thing I don't give a damn about.
I am a girl who is loved for my appearance, because no one knows my soul enough to love it. I'm a girl who needs someone, but there's no one there. I need to be left alone.
My mom and dad always ask me why I close the door to my room. Just because I tell them I don't know doesn't mean I don't. I do. Opening that door scares me. In my room, I don't have to pretend. There's no one there to demand that I put up my helpless façade. Outside that door, and I have to go back to being one of those 'shiny, happy people' who are told they're too young to understand things, but understand all too well.
Who am I? I am me. I just hope that someday, someone else will realize that too.
.....................................................
It's been two days since I turned in that essay, and I am suffering from major wiggings. I shouldn't have given that to my English teacher! She'll never understand, she'll just send me to a psychiatrist! And that'll make me talk, talk about things that I've buried deep within me for so long. Things that no person should have to go through. Things that I've been through. And that's never good.
.....................................................
A/N: Please tell me if I should continue or not! I need peace of mind. Also, spuffy goodness will come, but slowly. Bear with me, in my other stories it goes way too fast. Lots of love,
Andi