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Shattered

Who do you think YOU are
     telling me I’m a piece of shit?!?!

You’re no better than me!

Stop staring!  I can take you down!
     Don’t you know I  used to wrestle in high school?

What do you mean I wasn’t any good?
     I wrestled my heart out! I gave it my all...100%!

Fuck you!  

So what if I didn’t take a state title... doesn’t mean you’re any better than me!

I have GREAT qualities.  I make people laugh, I help them when they’re down,  I’m honest, polite, respectful....I’m a FUCKING GOOD GUY!

Stop fucking looking at me!
What do you do that makes you so special?

I wanna wipe that grin right off your face! You’re asking for it now!!

SMASH!!!!

       ........and the pieces of the mirror shattered to the floor.
Written by DeaSiciliana
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Author's Note
Understanding my son’s mental health issues
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