Half Lizzard

I think I might be half lizard.

I've always like lizards. They're so relatable with terrible skin, always running away from people and layin' in the sun. And my father hates them just as he hates me.

Today I was anxious. Really anxious. Anxiety, you know. Nothing was happening, I was just fidgety and suddenly I felt a piece of dry flesh next to nail. I teared it and each time l pulled, more and more kept coming out. It felt endless. When I watched bellow I was shocked. Where I expected to see my muscle and part of my bone maybe, there was new skin growing.

I told my mom and she told me to shut up and eat my breakfast. I wasn't taking that. I'm a freaking half lizard, so l intimidatingly showed her my tongue. She whopped my ass. My parents are clearly against us. As I write this I fear for my life. I probably should escape, but l hadn't quite gotten the hang of climbing walls. I'm helpless and terrified that one day they decide to feed me to a bird or something.

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Credited to diggingmyowntomb 

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