Words

Words(Lia) Can words really control your life? Can words really be seen in a different image? Can words tell your story? Can they replace your thoughts... Can they stop your heart? Can they take away your soul or life? Can words destory your future ..... Can words bring up the past or see the present. Can they take over your body or the word? Can they trap you in a fanasty or a dream or in a place you reither not be. Do they kill or set free. Can words do so many things.....
The answer is yes, words can take over your life. They can change your personlity. They can change your world.
Words are dangerous to use, when describing thing or yourself. Words have emotions. They dont like being pushed around. They like being equal or different. They can cause conflict between two living things if their not used correctly.
So now you know what words are used for, because the words your about to read are real and they describe me perfectly I am just a figment of your imagination. I’m dying slowly inside. My faith is fading, but my friends are the only ones that are keeping me alive. They look out for me, but sooner or later they will disappear off the face of the earth. My life will be over, but here the beginning……
Since I was a little girl, I always had a choice, but now I’m force into labor. I dislike the choices they choose for me to do, but I must obey or I’ll be punished for my wrong doing. But I am seeking for a new life, but I did not prepare for what awaits me. Will it be sweet, perfect or just a dream? What will it be?
A voice, a life a soul, or just a daydream, because I’m just a figment of your imagination and I’m waiting for a new beginning, because I don’t have a choice? But you have a life that I want to live, but I can’t, because I’m your prisoner, your slave, your imagination. I’m just a dream, but we both share the same thing. Because that prisoner is you.
My life ended so quietly, I didn’t have time to respond. Then you showed up when I needed your help. You saved me from the darkness that’s haunting me and trapped me in my nightmares with only fear in the air. My life begins here and a fresh start it is...
And my summer is about almost over and school is ready to begin. With only a few days left with sunny skies and warm nights, before our parents push us out the door and to a place where fun doesn’t exist.
A place where we die of boredom or lack of fun, a place where we stay for three hundred and sixty-five days in a room that does not show any light through the windows or doors just complete darkness that will surround us when we go back to school. But the good thing about is that our friends are there, which might lighten the place up, but who knows what the first day of school will be like.
But I do have an idea what might happen tomorrow, but I can only dream of I for right now. Because the first day of school is tomorrow. So I better leave you, so we both can get ready for our first day of high school and first day of school. So I’ll see you tomorrow I hope.
Life can be hard when you have one parent instead of two. That’s who I had to learn, because my father ran out on me and my mother when she found him sleeping with another woman. She went crazy, she took everything of his and throw out the house in angry.
I can’t disagree with her but she was wrong for throwing him off, because now I don’t have a father figure that loves me the way he did. But my mother has decided that she was going to make the solution work, she starts dating and that’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. And I explored in front of her face when one of her dates where at the house, but I didn’t care about him right then there I was so piss at my mother for trying to replace my father with a stranger I don’t even know.

I know she is trying, but she never ask me how I felt about the solution, she just did.it was like she didn’t care what I thought about what guy she brought into the house or what they did. (P.S. my so called mother is died to me now. She is a hoe and she shows it a lot around the house, when she brings in her so call “boyfriend” instead of saying “boyfriends” because they come and go and I don’t same the same man twice not even once did they show up at the house again.) My mother cried over them when they didn’t come back. She lay in the bed for hours in a day and just cry out her brains, until I have to yell at her to get her ass up so I could clean the bed sheets. She can be suborn sometimes but she comes back around when she’s ready.
I finally have gotten use to her dating camp, which by way is finally to a close. My mom finally realize that her actions where effecting me, so she decided to stop what she was doing and started to meet real man and kept a real relationship. She made my life easier by moving us to a place and city to start over. I was happy.
Time stops when you’re me. I don’t live a simple life you see other kids living.
I am unlike most of other people because I began not in the body of my mother, but in the brain of my father. He invented me, you see. He sat down one day and dreamed me up. I started out as no more than a figment of his imagination, and when he married my mother he set about making me real. I fear most of my life is gone. My faith is gone. My life has changed. I have no family, no life. I just fight for my rights as a citizen of God. I am a danger to others.
I am just a figment of your imagination. I’m dying slowly inside. My faith is fading, but my friends are the only ones that are keeping me alive. They look out for me, but sooner or later they will disappear off the face of the earth. My life will be over, but here the beginning……