jamiramos

I am. I am the person who lives. I am the person who loves. I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier. I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own. I am the invisible who linger in the hallways. I am the person who bullies to feel better. I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail. I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't. I am the person who is bullied for being different. I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death. I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of