The Mess Of Me I am no ordinary girl, you see. I am a girl who has made a mess of me. My #life tinged with emotional breakdowns. My #life filled with heartbreak and let downs. Drama is just around the corner for me. Never giving me peace, never letting me be. My #life is in pieces, but where do I start? Maybe with the dagger plunged straight through my heart. My family lived so peacefully. Until my brother took that away from us, from me. He touched me in those no-no places, forced me to do the same. I had to play along with his sick little game. He would lock me up if I didn't play. My parents found out, he was gone the very next day. On to the next stab in my back. It was friends in school that I lack. I was bullied relentlessly. No one would stand up for me. I was beaten and battered, but not physically. I was beaten and battered, mentally and emotionally. Picked on and called cruel names. I was the victim to their cruel games. It got so bad my mom pulled me out. She homeschooled me, right choice, no doubt. I lived my #life virtually. Letting my youth pass me by, literally. I am now nineteen, with nothing to show. I am stranded in a desert, desperately alone. No friends, no one to count on. It's just me, myself, and I, so lonesome. I am a shell of who I should be, but I don't know who I am. I am a mystery, wrapped in a sham. I pretend to be confident, when really I am mess. This I just had to confess. My whole #life is a mess, you see. This right here is the mess of me.