One. Two. Three. Four. I count to myself. I'm trying to stay calm. My life isn't where I want to be. My soul feels trapped. I can't be who I am for I will lose my extremely religious family. I'm trapped. My skin is my prison. My blood is like acid. My whole body burning and my soul spinning in circles. When will life make a change?Five. Six. Seve. Eight. Trying to calm myself is pointless. I'm...