The scars they tell a story. A story of hope, a story of faith, and the obstacles I accomplished among my days. People look and they stare, they don’t see beyond the scars. A strong woman who worked her way in life, hid herself from the world. Only she knows what she can do. They cover up who I really am, people take pity on things that don’t exist. While, you see scars, I see art, I see stories that are ready to be told to the world. Don’t be mistaken, I’ve been through more things than you think. It’s not a typical story on how I was abused or how I escaped, it’s a story on how I embraced and overcame the walls in front of me.
November 4, 2018
My name is Kylie, I’m 19 years old. Life for me isn’t all that wonderful. You know sometimes I wish my life was a movie. Then, I can tell everybody that my life is just an act, it’s not real, my story is not real. But, then reality kicks in, nobody’s life is a movie. Some people were born to live a good life, others were born to suffer in the world. For me it’s both, most of the time I’m suffering. All the other times I’m wearing a mask to hide myself from the world. The mask won’t last any longer, once the mask is broken I have to face the world. The monster inside the house is who I fear the most. Punches makes bruises, and broken glass makes cuts. The pain, the agony I must get out of this bottomless hole of torture. No one knows what has been happening to me, I must make my voice be heard.