Diary Entry.

I sit alone in my room, with my speakers blaring my feelings to the world. Their laughter echos in my head as I try not to cry, in fear they will finally acknowledge my being here and try to enter my room. Only to fill my head with what I already know, but in their version, and point of view. Their attempt to change me still futile, which slightly angers them, thinking I am defiant or not listening. I hear everything you say and mean, even if you don't actually say it out loud. I hear your true meanings behind the words. Admit it. You wish you had a more perfect daughter. I'm right on the money, eh? Or am I only getting warm? Do you want someone entirely different? I've already notice that your lives would be better had I not been born. Maybe one day soon I'll make that life possible for you all. Sorry I'm not what you wanted. BYE! I'll still love you though. Even if I'm not what you intended me to turn out to be. And let me leave you with this last thought to echo in your own brain at my funeral... I'm not going through a phase! I've thought, been, and dressed like this since 5TH grade! This is ME!