Kaden Elias Sylvers > Writing | WritersCafe.org

we are all flesh and blood fragile mutating changeable I stand at the edge of the water look out at a rocky ocean the sky merges with the murky..

I know that it is not true what I see but mirrors lie I am trapped underneath their twisted hallways, shattering bones shattering my picture of ..

A story about being yourself. Very poetic, I'd say.

I'll be cliche for the day so you can pathologize me all you want but no matter what you say inside I'll remain myself you think your words ring ..

LOL XD

Are you a boi or a grrl well I don't think you care under the dark of the night shut up cuzI'm not a dyke I'm skinny like a boy butI want to look..

It tastes like death. I’m banging on the doors but there’s no way out. My skin is crawling, itching, and the worst part is I know exactly ..

I wrote this when I was in HIGH SCHOOL. rereading it I can see even more....I wrote this in 10th grade, really?

short and sweet