Is This Really Me?
My heart was beating so hard, like it was trying to make me explode. My hands were sweating; I balled them up. I just stood there, yelling at myself. Why didn’t I stop him? He was right there. How could someone do that? He took it right off the counter and then smiled at me. He smiled! It was like he knew I would do nothing, like I was always the silent bystander. I could feel my face turning red. I wanted to say something, but my jaw stayed clenched. No words ever escaped the prison my mouth is. I wanted to scream, to yell, and to tell some one! I did nothing; I just stood there and watched him go. What kind of person am I? Why do I never stand up? Have I always been this weak? I wanted to change, to make a difference. I opened my mouth, but still I was silent.