Some Times a Change is Needed



The day after the incident.

It was sort of horrible.

I was ignored by every one.

But who could blame them?

What I did was disgusting.

I would have liked to say people wondered why I did it.

But no one asked and my reason was pretty crap anyway.



I didn’t like the person I was becoming.

I was that girl who thought she was better than every one else.

That was wrong.

I’m not.

I’m not better than any one.

I’m a fake.


People kept their heads down when I entered a room,

I was invisible.

Did I like it? No not really.

Did I deserve it? Yes unfortunately.

The End

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