I keep having this dream and it's unbearable. I'm just falling non stop. I scream for help but no one comes I just see my family on every floor I pass as falling. Every time they are degrading me though. They say things like "a failure to stay in line is a failure in all" I don't know exactly what it means but I ponder if the line is what I'm supposed to be. What if the line isn't someone I can be though? What if the line is just a mark? What if- my mom walks in calling me for dinner "let's go" I get up and toss around my light pink night gown. My dad looks up at me "what's wrong?" He says timidly I respond with sensitivity saying "O-oh nothing I was just thinking." "She's always up in the clouds." My brother says "Shut up Mayson!" I almost scream. It does silent. I sit down quietly and begin eating. I hurry to get finished then run into my room. I hug my pillow tight then write this. It's not that odd? This book is my safe place that's not weird. I look into the mirror. "I wish I was a boy" I say to myself. My mother burst in "What did I just hear?!" She thunders. I respond "N-nothing?" "That best be what I heard." She exits. What was so wrong with wishing? What's so wrong with me expressing myself.
