Not long ago I was seen as antisocial, I was not good at socializing with my peers and it was not my fault, even though I was the first to blame the way I look. It’s all their fault, it is true, were the ones who made ​​me believe with their scorn and their laughter. “But look at you!’ll Never be beautiful, how could you?”, Their words were cold and sharp and I saw in their eyes was cold and unfeeling, but the truth is that I kept everything inside. But there was that incident, indeed the miracle that changed everything. My revenge has dried up and now I’m here with them, and it’s funny how they listen to me even though they are silent, despite bleed them listen to me, now not even breathe just to hear me. And the smile is back on my face, and now I ask: I’m not beautiful?

Not long ago I was seen as antisocial, I was not good at socializing with my peers and it was not my fault, even though I was the first to blame the way I look. It’s all their fault, it is true, were the ones who made ​​me believe with their scorn and their laughter. “But look at you!’ll Never be beautiful, how could you?”, Their words were cold and sharp and I saw in their eyes was cold and unfeeling, but the truth is that I kept everything inside. But there was that incident, indeed the miracle that changed everything. My revenge has dried up and now I’m here with them, and it’s funny how they listen to me even though they are silent, despite bleed them listen to me, now not even breathe just to hear me. And the smile is back on my face, and now I ask: I’m not beautiful?

"The voices I hear inside of me"

Quando faccio nuove amicizie sento una grande felicità dentro di me,riesco a parlare di ogni cosa con i miei amici..soprattutto su i  miei sentimenti.Ma dopo un pò di tempo nella mia testa si creano delle voci:”loro ti usano”,”non ti vogliono bene”,”non fidarti”.Cerco di ignorarle..ma poi succede “qualcosa” che mi fà rivalutare quelle parole.Se le ignoro e continuo a sentirmi con le persone..mi ” trasformo”,cambio del tutto carattere..divento..cattivo..con quelle persone.Sento del piacere a farle soffrire,in quei momenti non mi riconosco più,ma e come se sentissi che fossi così da molto tempo..ormai non riesco a socializzare più con nessuno,sento che potrei fargli del male.Ora dentro di me sento una necessità..un bisogno..di fare nuove amicizie..ma non per essere felice..per riuscire a sentire di nuovo quella sensazione cattiva..mi faceva sentire bene.