I'm Charlotte, many of you may see me as a good and pure person. There is nothing good or pure about me.
I hide. I have hidden the true me so far down. The first time I ever noticed this about myself was when I was ten.
I was with a friend playing baseball and she made me very mad. I felt my body heat up then all together I shut down.
All I heard was me saying, "Shut. Up. I want to see your blood on my bat." It didn't feel like I said it.
I would never say something like that to my best friend.
No, it wasn't me, it was my anger. Everyday I look into the mirror and only see anger. Everyone else sees a smile.
I never know where or where it will show next. I live day by day. The only time it REALLY shows is when I'm home alone.
Anything can trigger it when I'm alone. My biggest thing is my memory.
I have beaten myself up one too many times over not being able to remember stuff.
I do not beat myself up meantally, it is all physical. My memory is my trigger for my anger. For the real me..
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