A Long Way Michelle Matto I've come a long way from what I was as a child. You know that depressed-suicidal child, taken to therapy because her mind wasn't set straight. People thought of her like a bear gone wild, killing everything and anyone in her way because she didn't think like other children her age. As the night would rise she would question life: What was my purpose? What was I meant to be? Would they actually care if I were gone? I've never really learned how to love myself. I was like a thorn on a rose that everyone hated. Trust me, I've tried but I've always failed. Everywhere I turned there were constant reminders that I wasn't good enough, I didn't fit into society, I didn't belong anywhere, unlike the sunflower who could always look to the sun.
Is it necessary for me to keep going on in this life? I’ve always believed in reincarnation. Maybe I would reborn as a koala or a giraffe. I would always think to myself,​ maybe if I died I would be reborn as something greater. Something that is able to reach the highest leaf on the tree.
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