Dear kagome January19,2009 (Left behind)
"Your voice does not belong to the likes of you." were her exactly words, the words which gave away the full truth, that I don't belong to live here, and that now I KNOW that I am adopted. I mean I always suspected that I did not belong, because, I never looked like my father or my mother. But I guess now I know. Why cant she just come out and say it. I'm not stock up. And the truth must come out someday. But now I know, I know, and no more lies will cover the truth that was hidden beneath your fakeness. I am done. Now I know why people are usually, emo. It hurts to know the truth. If I am not of this families blood, why wont someone dump me outside or something, I am tired, to be compared to some idiot, or whore. I am finished, done, finito. No more. All I wont to know is the truth, Why? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO BE REJECTED NOT ONCE BUT TWICE, AM I THAT HORRIBLE? AM I THAT UNWORTHY, WHY DID MY REAL FAMILY ABANDON ME? AM I REALLY UGLY? AM I REALLY STUPID. I JUST WANT TO KNOW THE SIMPLE TRUTH. WHY WONT ANYONE HELP ME. WHO AM I? I don't even know anymore, maybe cutting will help, but I will not stoop that low yet. I just don't know what to do, even as I type this my hands are shaking. If only this bitter thick tears would stop falling everyday, maybe I could just survive. But I am not so sure, its just dark, and the sun no longer warms me up. No more. I am a shadow, of others, even though I might be the most popular person in my school, with a lot of friends, and good boyfriends, but that wont ever explain…why I was left behind…
-Angelina