shartezzz-50325270 @shartezzz-50325270
I woke up this morning with a gun by my side and I couldn't help but wonder how it got there. Some would say I'm reckless, others might think I'm just trying to fit into a certain image. The truth is, I've always felt trapped, like no matter what I do, I'll never be good enough.
People often stare at me when I walk through the park with my bare body on display. They don't see the anger that burns within me or the pain of being stuck in this world. My nipples are pierced, my clit too, but it doesn't bring me any joy. The only thing it does is remind me of the things I've lost and can never have back.
I'm a product of my environment, forced to grow up too fast, and now I'm stuck with this image that people just can't seem to get out of their heads. It's like they think I'm some kind of sex object, nothing more than a pretty face to be used for their own pleasure. But what they don't see is the pain beneath the surface, the anger that's been building up inside me for so long. And it's only getting stronger by the day.
