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You call me a 'freak'.
A 'weirdo'.
A 'pathetic emo loser'.
Well guess what?
I don't care.
What makes you think I care?
Who are you to question me- to judge.
You don't have that right.
That privilege.
You strut up to me-
Fag in hand,
and always-always,
in the same nagging, persistent tone,
with the same words that make me want to claw out my eyes in disbelief, you ask me..
" Do you cut yourself?"
And it goes on.
And ON.
Pfft- like I haven't heard you.
...
I relent.
"Yes" is always my reply.
Your tedious response, as always- is the same.
"That's sick!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah- I’m sick.
Pfft, look at me.
So my skin may be a war ground- a treacherous field of scars and fresh wounds...
But so what?
This isn't for you.
This is for me.
My battle.
My struggle with myself.
You can't feel the pain I feel.
The torment.
Some of you...
Think you help.
Here's the thing.
The letters, the phone calls, the counselling sessions with the toffee nosed bastards,
They help nothing.
The effect not a goddamn fucking thing.
Yeah- I cut.
So what?
Got a problem, there's the door.
This is me.
Myself.
I CAN'T CHANGE THIS.
God made me this way .
So get over it- get over yourselves.
Accept change, differences to yourself.
Okay?
This is it.
So world- fuck you.
I've had enough of this shit.
See you in hell.
A 'weirdo'.
A 'pathetic emo loser'.
Well guess what?
I don't care.
What makes you think I care?
Who are you to question me- to judge.
You don't have that right.
That privilege.
You strut up to me-
Fag in hand,
and always-always,
in the same nagging, persistent tone,
with the same words that make me want to claw out my eyes in disbelief, you ask me..
" Do you cut yourself?"
And it goes on.
And ON.
Pfft- like I haven't heard you.
...
I relent.
"Yes" is always my reply.
Your tedious response, as always- is the same.
"That's sick!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah- I’m sick.
Pfft, look at me.
So my skin may be a war ground- a treacherous field of scars and fresh wounds...
But so what?
This isn't for you.
This is for me.
My battle.
My struggle with myself.
You can't feel the pain I feel.
The torment.
Some of you...
Think you help.
Here's the thing.
The letters, the phone calls, the counselling sessions with the toffee nosed bastards,
They help nothing.
The effect not a goddamn fucking thing.
Yeah- I cut.
So what?
Got a problem, there's the door.
This is me.
Myself.
I CAN'T CHANGE THIS.
God made me this way .
So get over it- get over yourselves.
Accept change, differences to yourself.
Okay?
This is it.
So world- fuck you.
I've had enough of this shit.
See you in hell.
This is for GCSE. Oh how I hate reading out things in class ¬¬
Basically this is the putting to shame of insolent people who do not understand the personal battle a person may be struggling with¬¬
Bitter?
VERY
Hope you like it
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Hi, I was wondering if I could use this monologue in a competition. I relate to this topic and I believe that society shuts out those of us who cope in this way, but really we should be talking about this more. All I ask is for your permission to use this in an upcoming competition.