Monday, February 4, 2019

Hard Tmes Essay -- Papers

Hard Tmes Snakes....specialists of deception. They figure our lives un noniced and set out to accomplish evil plans. Snakes are twisters. analogous a rattle snake, it attracts your attention with its tail then at the bear moment strikes a venomous blow only to see you circulate back from the point you have risen. Snakes challenge your choice with sneaky tricks and can plain lure you to disobey God. If that isnt enough I have to also fare with the stress of school, the racism in the community and the obsession that a youth man gets for the opposite sex. My problems may seem little, but even the smallest matter can be a particularor of what has caused a scared and scared teenager to hate the world. Ive always seen myself as me. Steve Marshall. An averaged height, not actually popular, 16 year old Afro-Caribbean whos often discriminated against by narrow minded sister like people because of his race, a boy who likes to cut good self-conceit in himself because there is no-one else to do it for him. I mean my father has n constantly been there for me, nothing but broken promises and lies which hurts me so much, but not even the pain that I bare could ever deny me harming him. The only thing that may seem unusual about me is the fact that I am often sick and I have to take three pills a day to keep me healthy. Ms Ramstad a.k.a Peaches or mum, good step-mum after all she is married to my dad. She tries her hardest to look after me but I think she believes that she doesnt have the same authority over me like my real mother would. My dad abandoned us when I was young and ever since Peaches has struggled and tried her best to cope on minimum wages with the responsib... ...car me with those long needles. No way, that would have never happened, but I do give it to Steve the disease he was successful in his mission. He was the toughest snake my heart has ever handled, and the biggest factor to my d emise. Yes thats ripe my demise. He has knocked me off my Pedestal and climbed right up. That can only mean that he has successfully taken my place. He should be me. Well everything I ever wanted to be. Now I have realized that the world is full of lying cheating and backstabbing people, so who can blame a broken teenager for hating the world. Even though he isnt here now Steve the disease belongs in this world not me. So this is the last chapter in the diary of my life. The life of Steve Marshall before I commit the tragic event called suicide. I really cant go on through all these HARDTIMES.

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