I wrote this monolouge for my theater teacher, and he really liked it. I just want to know if anyone else does.
My heart reals, I'm dieing from inside to out. Why? Oh, why must I sit in this soft padded room?All I did was to try and stop the pain. The end of the fall would've killed me, but the pain would no longer bother me. It's his fault, all the pain and hate he thrust upon me. Thinking of father, oooo, how I quiver and shake. He left me while I was young, never to return.Why are hearts so easy to break? My heart was not whole when he broke it. I sat in my room, crying, the day he left. I looked through my window and saw my way to end the pain. Then mother (oh mummy, I'm sorry) came in to console me. How I loathed her for stopping me. She took me to the doctor, who said I was insane. So, now, I'm in this room, with a jacket that won't let me scratch my nose. Listen to me, innocent folk, they poison me. The cook is kind. Mother will cry when I'm gone, but my pain will finally leave. I had a dumb moment, and told her. How stupid I was. She wanted to get me out, but I'm not considered sane. If I were she'ld be happy. I'll tell you, though, I am sane! I'm just glad the doctors don't see me as such.
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