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In This World
I grew up in a world feeling unwanted.
As if my family and I did not belong here.
The words from hate did not hurt me nearly as much as the hate that came from myself. I believed them. I believe them when they told me to go back where I came from, believing this was not my home. I believed it when they told me I was ugly, believing I still am. I learned to move forward each time but in reality I was moving deeper and deeper. I began to hate myself. I began to hate myself more and more after every insult, every ounce of hate, every audible gasp at my first sight, every intentional move to keep their distance from me, every...