The light glow of the lamp by my bed gave me no comfort that night. Strange shadows danced on the walls as if they were reflecting the chaos inside me. The fragile dance of insanity projected for no one to see. Unlikely they would notice, even if they were starring right at it. Insanity and chaos are not two words people use to describe me. Most would describe me as kind, sweet and when they got to know me they would add passionate and innocent. My life seems normal and routine to most: I get up, go to school, eat dinner with my family, do my homework and go to bed. And my life was like that once upon a time but then everything changed. I can’t tell you the time over even the day I stop being that sweet, kind, passionate and innocent girl. I can tell you that slowly my life has turned into a chaotic insane lie.
