I am…

Just a play about with some emotions and feelings.
All based on a true story from my friend.
Would mean a lot if you could read this.

This is about how words can make people do different things and actions. This goes deep into a persons mind.

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1. I am.…


There comes a time in many people's life's when they realise they are more than what they think. This, unfortunately, only happens to the open minded people of this world. And I for one, are not one of them people.
I am nothing. Just something that needs air. A waste. I'm nothing. 
I am weak.
I am pathetic.
I am ugly. 
I am fat.
I am miserable.
I am a prostitute.
Call me what you want. But I know all these things myself. What you say can't hurt me now. Because I know now. 
I am a prostitute because it completes me. It completes this insect that I am.  I help men who are unwanted, they help me by taking my mind off the pain I feel. Pretty sad huh?
I don't even know what other feelings feel like. Like love, friendship, loyalty. Because all I have felt, from the very second I was born was pain. 
My mother gave me away, she didn't even hold me.  Was I that disgusting?
I am weak.
I am pathetic.
I am ugly. 
I am fat.
I am miserable.
I am a prostitute.
I have no one, but one friend. Ben. He gets me. Or did. He hung himself in year 11. I was alone again. Ben got bullied and harassed, not just by the kids, but by the teachers too, the people who have a duty  of care to people. 
There were so many times I thought about joining Ben, but it would be a waste of rope. 
I am weak.
I am pathetic.
I am ugly. 
I am fat.
I am miserable.
I am a prostitute

 

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