I am a horse on a carousel. Living life in up and down motions while my mind spins around itself. It just keeps going round and round and around. Never ending. I am a small twig on a tree during a snow storm. I'm waiting for the pressure to finally make me collapse and break. I am the badge of anxiety that I wear on my chest. It's what I let everyone identify me by. The girl who lets everything get to her and holds it back to the point she's crying in class during a presentation. The girl who sits at home in her closet with the sharpest knife she has. And with each stroke of it, making her skin look like red ink stained paper. I am but a horse on a carousel going through life in up and down motions, on the same path that goes around and around and around.I am.
by Crystal Pierce