Possible entry for that writing contest, not sure if it meets criteria but whatever.
I can't believe you did that.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Why can't you be normal?
I hear these words every day.
I hear the echoing in my ear while eating, sleeping, working, I hear it everywhere.
My teacher's voices, my peer's voices, and my father.
The most critical of all who placed me in a prison of criticism.
It drives me to think horrible thoughts.
Thoughts of how to get back at all the people who have wronged me.
They deserve it, right?
I know they don't. I know they are just doing what comes natural to them.
They don't deserve to be treated like I've been. Because I deserve it.