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Words. They hurt. Its amazing how just one simple sentence- let alone just a simple word can break someone's life -tear them down little-by-little, eventually leaving the last bit of what we thought was our pride, dignity, and courage alone. This- this is what I like to call the power of words. People take it for granted and certainly misuse it for their own sake. But of course these words we forget, or like to forget in my case.
Some people forget the words yet remember their actions. They remember their unpleasant encounters, the heartache, the pain and continue to do so, but simply forget their faces and what they said. You don't even realize it sometimes, but we all eventually find ourselves in those situations as you reconcile with it. The story, my story, is different. You see, I don't forget those words, I will never forget what they say to me. It's not an option. Every hurtful sentence, every breaking word, sticks to me and my skin.
Confusing right? Imagine someone walks up to you and calls you the foulest, most irritating word you had ever heard, and leaves you just like that. Then, all the sudden, you find your skin turning patchy, violet-red; skin peeling off, the burning sensation, the throbs getting louder by every second until you heal. And the second you do- the scars form to spell out letters. Letters of the word you dare not say, letters you simply cannot forget. And every time you look in the mirror- you see it. And it never goes away- like birthmarks or the aftermath of stitches they never leave.
It's been like this since I can remember. Name-calling, death threats, I'm really not even sure what I had done wrong. Maybe it was the way I looked- maybe it was just who I am in general. Either way, I can't stop it. I've gotten used to the pain so much that happy seems like a long way to go. I live with my fears every single day, and I can't escape now. Not now. I am a 15 year old boy and the monster who hides under your bed, is most likely me.
