#emhs

21 Chump Street.

You have kids from BMC and WATT with so many different substances they shouldn’t have, and then Justin gets arrested for selling weed ONE time.

Jeremy: *SQUIPS the entire school*

Chess: *Is probably high all the time*

Farrah: *Is DEFINITELY drunk all the time*

Justin: *asks a girl if she smokes weed and gets her some because he thought she wanted some*

Justin: *Is arrested*

You told me I was a star, that I shine bright and that I can reach far.

You told me that my passion was inspiring, that you were once like me, that you were in awe when I began striving for greatness in said field.

You told me that I was precious and that you would never think of me as someone less.

You told me I was worth it, that I was never going to be useless cause I wasn't meant to be used, I was meant to be loved.

But those were lies.

You lied.

I was never enough for you. You constantly told me that I was either too little or too much. All you see are my mistakes, and you never failed to slap it in my face that I did something wrong. And no mattwr how much I tried, you would always go back to those mistakes.

My light was too bright for you, and you dimmed my shine just for you to shine more than I do. My reach was far, so you cut my arms off. All you wanted was a puppet to control and feed, not someone independent.

You were once like me. You once had the same passion. You got jealous that I could still pursue mine while you're stuck in what other people forced you in, and with that jealousy, you discourage me everyday just so you won't have to look. My achievements became your obsession, and I can no longer function and enjoy like how I used to.

You began telling me that I'm lower than you because I'm younger. I'm just a kid with no idea how the world works, and I was no longer precious.

For you, I began losing worth. I was becoming useless, no longer the child you wanted. So you stopped loving and started using, started forcing me to become someone to boost your image instead.

I was no longer the child you wanted, and so you began beating me, cursing me, discouraging me, forcing me to be who you want me to be.