I am more than you think I am. Though I am ignored, though I am betrayed and neglected, I AM
more than you know. I was better than all this from the start, but I've always been the carpet beneath your feet. You say it's harmless, so go fuck yourselves, and thank you for leaving me behind. I waited for days. I waited next to the rotting corpses of family and friends, stood right by my mothers faded heart in the cold...and no one came. You didn't even look. I'd expect it from them...but you said you loved me. How can you presume to know what love is when you don't know how to show kindness.
"Don't talk to her, she's a runt."
"She doesn't eat. Leave her be."
"Sure, fuck her. I don't know why you'd want to though."
"Just tie her up."
When we were playing pretend you set my soul on fire. And it burned with a flame so profound I knew it couldn't be anything but real. Then she came strutting by flicking her tail and what was I to you? A doormat.
All of you. I had no counsel, I had no friend, no wisdom. He's ignored me ever since, maybe he figured out I wasn't going to grow anymore. 5'1 is too short for a lycan. 100lbs too light. Yeah...my skin is tan and my eyes are wintry blue/almost white. But Im the same on the inside as the rest of you. You couldn't have set your suspicions aside and helped?
I am nothing now...not that I was anything to you before. They found me, they cut my hair and they left me there with my dead mother and father. Who could I have been...anyone without you. If I had had a choice...I would have come out 6'6, lean with long black hair and green eyes...but I didn't...I cant now, its too late.
I wish you well,
Jasielle
P.S There's so much more to me than you could ever imagine...
