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They do not accept who I am

They do not accept who I am

By: Anonymous, Shooters Hill Post-16 Campus, Anonymous

People do not respect me; they do not like me. I try join in with a warm hearted community. They moan too much. They are selfish. They are close minded.
They do not accept who I am.
A dark atmosphere comes over me. It crashes over me like the waves of the sea. I am in the midst of a storm, black waves roar around me.
My inner confidence; any assertiveness is yanked from me. I am shrinking, smaller and smaller. Depression sticks to me. This is incarceration. Bars of rusty iron block my light… my easy-breathing…my freedom.
I grab at far away memories of love. My parents love me; they have raised me from birth. They have continued to care for me the whole time. They value my words. Their faces reflect the disease of my heart. My heart pumps slowly as water trickles form my eyes.
My brain is jolted awake. I am flooded by the knowledge that my parents accept me, no matter if I am full of delight or despair. Their love lifts me; it lifts my spirit; it lifts my hands…We walk again. We walk against the tide of negativity; we walk together through real life.
My mind is strong. The world will always have negatives, BUT I have my own body; the blood pumps. I will become brave and ready for battle.Negativity will not defeat me: my inner peace will not be stolen.