Sariah-Forestgirl

How your perfect whiteness taunts me, you never seem to change unmarked, unscarred proving me wrong Pencil still clenched in my hand you continue to mock me my mind goes blank nothing forms you still sit there in your perfection seeming to say "You've got a long way to go" and I still have nothing

I remember when crawling under the covers made everything alright shielding me from horrors until light streamed in from curtained window panes I remember when boys were icky and had cooties and girls were better at everything you were no exception even when we shared snacks I remember when just entering high school you were there with your soft hair and promising smile I remember when those days of long forgotten you'd bring me a single rose all white and perfect until I said yes I remember when we'd take long walks you took me to horror movies I hated I hit you every time I jumped you'd simply laugh and draw me clo

Back in preschool the boys would always tease me. "You're a girl." "You can't do anything." Defiantly I would cry back, "Yes I can!" And they'd laugh at me. The sad part? They weren't the only ones. In elementary school my teacher would always look at me in the same, tired fashion. "Why didn't you do your homework?" "Why aren't you doing anything?" My reply would always be this: "I was told I'm stupid and can't do anything." Again, this wouldn't be the last time. Middle school was always a barrel full of monkeys and fun. Once again it was boy trouble. They were all so handsome, so hot, so sexy, etc. But did they find me attract