As I rush past, they glare at me as if I had done something wrong, their chins held high as if they were more than i.
Their faces pinched and covered in a layer of lies that they believe will make them stronger, better, prettier.
When will they stop pushing me down so they can rise? I wonder day in and day out. Never getting the answers to my questions. Good things always end but bad things never last. Today they can hurt me, see the pain in my eyes. But not tomorrow, soon ...
I´ll be free.