The beautiful snow falls so graceful outside my window with no worries of life. Yet, I the misfit is stuck here in h--- called home. It isn’t much of a home to me anymore. My family doesn’t like who I am these couple of years. Their favorite pass time is to verbally and emotionally abuse me. Just one little difference made them turn on me. Drugs and therapy to, try to make me go back to my old self. None of it helps just makes everything worse for me in the long run. They pull and push me every which way. I CAN’T IT ANYMORE!! I just want to be free and colorful to be true to myself…
Do you think the snow would mind if I added color to it?