This is my essay.
...nce to a song of heartbreak and hope all the while, wondering if somewhere and somehow, there is someone searching for us too. No one will ever know this about me, but most nights consist of me lying awake, crying my heart out to the darkness around me; Soaking my pillow with tears. You see, I have a problem with trusting people. I come from a broken home, where all I know is fighting, and vicious words. I just don’t want that to happen to me. Deep down though, I’m agoraphobic: I really do want to be loved. I just want someone to see the real me. Just the real Lily Gibson. I’ve never allowed people to get too close to me. Therefore, I don’t have many friends. The only person I feel that I can truly trust is my neighbor, Seth. I don’t want people to see the real me, or to get too close to me because (and I would never tell anyone this) But I have suicidal thoughts sometimes. I just don’t want to hurt people in case I ever did decide to take my own life. My mom is gone. She left me when I was four. I guess she couldn’t handle the responsibility of a kid. As for my dad, I never knew him. My mom was a prostitute, and she got pregnant one night, and never saw the man again. So, I’ve been with my uncle Ned ever since. And sometimes, I think that’s mostly what’s wrong with me. He’s never home, and when he is, he’s either drunk or stoned. But either one, he’s always abusive. I have scars from the fights. Even when I was four, back when I first started living with him, I remember sitting alone in the dark corners of my desolate room wondering if my mommy missed me. The sad part is, I actually thought she did then. And then I grew up to find that if she really did miss me, that she would be back here to get me. And sometimes I can’t help but catch myself looking...