I thought that my life was okay, but when deaths, and careless parents come in, I fell like a flower, with no defense, my voice is carried through the wind but the wind has talked but no one listens, but all they hear is gossip, those people that I call my parents. They have gotten to my head, and messed up my life. I know I'm adopted, not that many pictures of me being born at all, just me being held by 'Harold'. The town is full of secrets, with gangs, and crazy people popping pills and are free on the streets, drug dealers. I wonder, If I'm an illusion, or am I the one they always whisper about at church, home, school? I never thought of my life as 'Look at me I'm so happy' it was more of 'No one gets me.'. I can't be myself, I can't figure out myself with the fact the town is dangerous as all hell. The streets have eyes. The trees gossip, the kids gossip. I know somone is hiding something I never will know, until I figure this one out.
My name is Amarenthia, and my life sucks, but maybe secrets can give you an idea of my life is like here in a podunk town filled with gangs, and alot of mental houses, maybe everything is what it seems to be here or maybe it's not?
