The Original Fake Audrey.

I remember when I was a kid. Whenever I started to cry all my family did was compel me to do things. For example, enforced me to “play with friends” or eat something and shove garbage down my throat. I cried, it was discontinuing until they just left me alone. This is precisely what I urged them to do in the first place! It’s humorous how history repeats itself. Every time parents attempt to make things “correct” by alternating my own actions because they think it’s what’s greatest for you they just end up demanding you to do things they desire. My path as jumped off track. I started with them holding my hand guiding the way until I cried when it was too much, all they did was criticize me with sinister remarks. Who knew the people “who sought after the greatest” for you could be so selfish. They just told me who I should associate with in school…snatched me away from the black, the stupid, the poor. They bought me into the higher class with just rude ignorant sheltered people. I’m the biggest defect in those bogus faces I stroll about everyday. My parents told me to be skinny and pretty, but what is the difference in our society? Either way all they did was try to buy my favorite foods when they knew I was miserable then bullied me calling me overweight later. They didn’t comprehend the fact I needed breathing space. I was still that crying child. My path has been reaching dead ends with stops at the devils feet; there it demanded me to sin. My parents tried to swear they would never let my hand go and maybe I have now came to the realization….they should have never held my hand since they were being me to the incorrect stop anyways. I would have been better off with a hug and a kiss before they could give me a push to run my own path. But here I lay a sinner halted in conversation with evil.