I Wish Someone Had Told Me

Prompt: I wish someone had told me...

When I was younger, I was bullied ruthlessly. Whether it was for my passions, my looks, my fashion sense or religion, there was always something wrong with me. Slowly, I was manipulated more and more, wanting to be the person everyone wanted me to be. I wanted to be beautiful to the standards of society, wealthy enough to pay for the clothing to be popular, and behave depending on who I was with. 

It didn't make me better. People thought me two-faced, for trying to please everyone. I didn't ever want to upset anyone, and managed to upset everyone. I became angrier, more conscious of my appearance and how I acted. The slightest thing could send me into a rage. My emotions were everywhere, and there was no way of changing it. 

I've been blackmailed, hurt, forced into things, and yet still put on a smile, so that people would like me. I tried being sombre. I tried being bubble and excitable. I tried to be intelligent, dumb, sweet, harsh, twisted, cute, badass; I tried so hard to make people happy, and as a consequence, I don't know who I am anymore. 

I wish someone had told me that I didn't have to be who others wanted; that I could act how I like. I wish someone had told me that no, not everything will get better, and it won't be 'OK'. 

I have someone now, who tells me it's alright to cry. He tells me I'm beautiful without the layers of make-up I use to hide myself, and that I'm wonderful. He is the most gorgeous person I know; not in mind or body, but in soul. 

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