I want to run from my house screaming at the top of my lungs, pulling out my hair, just to make them understand. I want to show people what my life is like, give them a glimpse of what it really is and not what I pretend it is, so that when I cry, they will hold me and understand, rather than turn their backs on me.

I want people to see the real me, the girl inside Megan that is on the outside. The girl who is shouting for help, for attention of any kind in the world. Yet, I fade into the walls, into the chipped paint that seems to deteriorate with each tear in my life.

I want to be the rainbow of life when the skies are gray, but I seem to have lost my colors...

yesterday - tomorrow