There are very few things as a child that you have a choice to change.
You hair, your style, your music, your favorite color, what you eat, and your makeup.
Of course there's more but these are off the top of my head.
For years a growing anger has been building up in me and today, I couldn't fake it anymore. I live with a very extremist Christian grandmother. She is not only judgemental and a top of the line asshole, but she is also very very stern about people believing one way; hers. I am not aloud to wear skulls, or anything gory, but that is a problem, because that is exactly what I like. I am not aloud to draw creepy things, (skulls, gas masks, etc) but I do anyway. I am atheist, was previously Vegetarian, love spiders, rock, snakes, monsters, murder movies and books, Tim Burton, Houdini, Stephen King, twisted movies and books, horror, psychological thrillers, gages, piercings, tattoos, dreadlocks, supporter of Gay Marriage, and I love skulls. This is not just a phase as many believe, and accuse. I was raised that way; my father and mother are the same. It is in my blood, its what I love, and I can't help it. I am not doing it to rebel, it is a part of me. I can't change, even if I tried. This is a world so hateful that kids would rather die, than be who they are. It is not my fault, and just it is not your personal favorite, is it your right for that to be the reason I can't? It would be SO MUCH easier NOT to argue over it, if you had an actual reason I can't where it. No, it is only because you do not like them, but that is the same as me saying that you can't wear red, because I said so and I don't like it.
You're the original to my ality,
-Mirror Mayhem-
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