Today in Art we got to do some painting. It was my first lesson of the day and I almost walked to school - my father told me he wasn't putting up with my 'dreary, whiny, shitty tunes' anymore and that he was ashamed to go out with me anymore. When I start a rock band, I'll show him.

We were given free reign to do what we wanted. I grabbed myself a pot of colours. There were reds and greens and blues - glorious colours, for the happy! But I am not deluded, so instead I mixed whites and blacks to form the grey I see in the entire world. My vision is perfect (I wear glasses sometimes - the thick, plastic kind - but that's because they look cool) but I also see the world in its truth - black and grey. Truly, I am like a monochromat for seeing past lies.

I painted a picture of myself, shrouded in darkness, my arm ahead of me with razor blade wounds criss-crossed over my wrist, jet black blood seeping.

I went to the toilet. When I returned, the canvas was torn, the picture ruined, my classmates laughing. 'MASCARA-WEARING EMO' was written over the desk in paint as red as my blood.

Oh, the hurt.

-Misunderstood
(MNA, April 29th 2008)