I am not crazy, I am just a little unwell

This is a part of s screen play I am writing at the moment. Not sure if the final version will be in english or german though. Let me know what you think. 

„I am not crazy, I am just a little unwell.

Do you remember Grace from 9th grade? She did great things?

And she looked great and she smelled great and when you look at her you’ve got faith in humanity. But all that was stupidity. Because with my awkward identity – I was never able to become friends with her.

Do you remember her wavy hair? Oh my god – all the boys. They still stare. I bet.
And than one day I met,
her mom and she. OMG. She is so gorgeous.
They both have the same brown eyes.

And they both are telling these unforgiving, painful lies.
With their perfect red lips and their perfect cat hips
And they said all these beautiful things to me. Right?

Like they said I could do it. They said I could be however I want to be.
But that was far from being true.
Because they were never in trouble with the judgement of this unforgiving society.
They grew up being awesome in everything they’ve done, touched or build.

And I don’t know.

All I can do is to lay awake, to stare at my sealing. Not able to move a single bone. Just wishing, painfully wishing, I could be them. Just for a minute.“

Inken_AlexKleis (42 von 75)

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