Dramatic Speech Project
Dear Himitsu, I'm a creature - a monster created by jest. I scream, I cry, I shout, but I can't get rid of who I am. My secret. My dark, dark, dark secret. The secret in which if my peers found out - I would be shunned from the world. If my parents found out they drop me in a second. I'm lost on my path, without someone to guide me. Lost and alone.
No love for my broken soul - for I can't love a man - never a man. That is what keeps apart from others. I wish my parents would read this so I wouldn't have to tell them my preference. My sexual preference - my shame. My shame as a lesbian.
It's ironic Himitsu that I, Michiru, the daughter of one of the riches families in Japan - is one of the most despised people of this country. Luckily no one has found out - yet. Sometimes I want to wake up and die. It would be so easy taking a knife to my ivory, white wrist, slashing it open, letting blood red liquid flow freely over my hands. If it had not been for those dreams I would have a long time ago.
Ah yes, those dreams - those agonizing but beautiful dreams. They torture my already broken soul. What is it people are saying now these days? Ah yes - "soul-mates". Soul mates how I despise that word. Girls waiting for "prince charming" and here I am waiting for a "goddess." She must be the one sending those dreams. Dreams about her and me. It's funny though; I can't see her face, yet I can hear voice like whispering wind. When I do hear her low husky voice I would forget it in the morning. But I know deep inside my heart I will see her, and when I do she'll be the one to take my pain and worry away. That is why I go on, for I don't know when I'll see her. It might be tomorrow, the next day, or even next year, but I still go on.
I'll write later Himitsu. Bye! Michiru
Dear Himitsu, I'm a creature - a monster created by jest. I scream, I cry, I shout, but I can't get rid of who I am. My secret. My dark, dark, dark secret. The secret in which if my peers found out - I would be shunned from the world. If my parents found out they drop me in a second. I'm lost on my path, without someone to guide me. Lost and alone.
No love for my broken soul - for I can't love a man - never a man. That is what keeps apart from others. I wish my parents would read this so I wouldn't have to tell them my preference. My sexual preference - my shame. My shame as a lesbian.
It's ironic Himitsu that I, Michiru, the daughter of one of the riches families in Japan - is one of the most despised people of this country. Luckily no one has found out - yet. Sometimes I want to wake up and die. It would be so easy taking a knife to my ivory, white wrist, slashing it open, letting blood red liquid flow freely over my hands. If it had not been for those dreams I would have a long time ago.
Ah yes, those dreams - those agonizing but beautiful dreams. They torture my already broken soul. What is it people are saying now these days? Ah yes - "soul-mates". Soul mates how I despise that word. Girls waiting for "prince charming" and here I am waiting for a "goddess." She must be the one sending those dreams. Dreams about her and me. It's funny though; I can't see her face, yet I can hear voice like whispering wind. When I do hear her low husky voice I would forget it in the morning. But I know deep inside my heart I will see her, and when I do she'll be the one to take my pain and worry away. That is why I go on, for I don't know when I'll see her. It might be tomorrow, the next day, or even next year, but I still go on.
I'll write later Himitsu. Bye! Michiru