In life I’ve been shoved into a box that I can’t get out because when I try getting out there is always someone to close the lid and shove me back in and no matter how much I try, I can’t. When I was a freshman I tried showing my true colors but when I would, I would get stink eyes and names and rude gestures that I wish people would get rid of and some of that time I wish that they would just stick it up; at themselves. Sometimes I would be scared for my life because I was threatened by people who had called me names and know they try jumping me.