I watched as you hit her so hard her head left a hole in the wall and as you noticed me hiding. I stopped wanting to see when you and your friends used my body.

I am so scared of karma.

They think I've recovered completely...but...I did it again. I feel so trapped by the thing that frees me.

You keep telling me to choose my path, yet when I follow my hear all I see is disappointment in your eyes. Why can't you accept me for being my own person?

I'm half Asian ... my bottom half.