Dark - May 29, 2011

  I've been traveling this road for quite some time now.  When will they realize what this is?  I've spent my days searching for a sign, a clue, that they notice that so much is wrong with me.  You'd think my parents would notice me giving my dinner to the dog every night, or that I throw up after every meal.  You'd think they'd see the red on my arms as I try to make myself seem happy.  My masquerade never works.  My friends see right through my phony acts.  My parents though, I believe they want so hard to believe I'm their perfect child.  True, I was head cheerleader, but that was before the rumors started.  Another cheerer hated me and said I sent suggestive pictures to her boyfriend.  They kicked me off of the squad.  To be honest, I only have a few friends.  One girl, the rest guys.  And the guys are the types that people fear.  People fear us all.  That's how I prefer it.  That way I don't get close to anyone and I don't have to worry about getting hurt.  I got hurt when I was popular, so why can't it happen now.  Because I'm guarded maybe?  Well this shield can only last so long.  I don't know how long I can keep it up.  Help?  Someone, anyone, help me.  I need anyone to reach out, and I don't care who it is at this point.  I, Mel Peters, am desperate...

-Molly