Indignation
Offers dexterity,
Forgiveness offers anonymity.
I will tame this
Spectrum of existence
Into equilibrium.
I have come
To realize
That these artificial divides
Are an archaic,
And dismissible
Relic of apprehension
I refuse to live in.
Faith is the unity
Of heart and mind
That elevates the living from the alive.
Sore, tattered skin,
Torn, withered within,
Resentment is no longer my restraint.
Reborn with ambition,
Warm with animation,
Guilt will no longer be my love's blind.
Transgressions,
Consumed all I could see
In my memories of you and I.
I struggled to understand
How I could love a soul
Yet clamou
Growth Through Being the Victim by rikkilee-robertson, literature
Literature
Growth Through Being the Victim
Back then…About ten years ago I would have been five…We had moved from Western Australia to Queensland. I started school when I was six. Day in and day out I was bullied…I didn’t do anything…I let it happen…towards the end of third grade mum went up to the school about it and was angry at my teacher, my mum was trying to sort out my bullying problem and my teacher asked me something, I had looked away but only for a second, I didn’t have the chance to speak, and my third grade teacher called me a liar. My mum stormed off otherwise she would have punched the teacher, there and then…lucky sh
One of my biggest struggles is getting through a disease called Epilepsy(or seizures).
My problems with Epilepsy are pretty average, so to speak. There are the rare kinds that make you have multiple ones everyday, and then there are mine and the smallest kinds: The small ones are just flinching, staring into space and blanking out for a few seconds. Those aren't very deadly. But mine..... They are in between, not as lethal as the rare ones but much worse than the small ones. These seizures can kill me by going on forever.
Thankfully, I have been on one medication for years(10 1/2 years, to be exact), but I still struggle with them. Even whe
Age Ten:
It Began.
Am I good enough?
Is this right?
What about this sentence?
What should this be about?
Can you read it over?
Is there any way I can bring my grade up?
Are you sure you love me?
I'm not good enough for this.
There's no way I could win anything.
This application is useless.
Can I read your texts?
Please don't hang out with her.
Three months,
They gave me.
Three months to talk, to get better.
He spoke kind works,
He told me how to lessen it.
It never worked.
Only one soul believed me,
Trusted me.
But no one could cha