It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
Paradox.
I’m a living paradox.
For example, I love the way I look but I hate it.
I’m like this because of how people look at me.
How they talk about me.
They make me feel like I’m not good enough.
But then I think to myself and I know that I mean so much more than what meets the eye.
So, I walk around not caring about what anybody has to say about me.
Even though, in the back of my mind I still care.
Contradicting right? I know.
I’m a living paradox.
By: J.Y.-E.