Can't Unsee The Truth

I'm writing this story, and I'm now 100% obsessed with getting it finished.

But I wish it didn't have to be polished and neat to be accepted.

Oh, God, this world is sick. This world kicked me. This world destroyed me. This world is superficial and fake.

But damn it, I want my voice heard. "I want my pink shirt back." I'm a library full of pop culture.

A few more months of having to fake all of this.

My story will be heard.

I'm that girl, Diana Rose, coming from the dead.

To live out a tale that is so unconventional and out of place, it's almost unworldly.

From another dimension.

I'm going to be looking in the meantime for my escape...