My Cardboard Balcony

The Sadness Of A Sticker by Belinda Roddie The sadness of a sticker stripped across your forehead involves several things, like the itching, sticky feeling on your skin, or the neon reminder of something you can't stop people from calling you. You don't want that label, plastered in the crease above your eyes that beg for one chance to pull off the thing, but even when you do, the residue lingers on your eyebrows and everyone remembers it was there. It's tragic that those forced to become an abused cartoon have to impose the glue on others' faces because they believe that it's right, but alas - those thoughts deceive.

There are no bandages for ruthless language. No easy way to tear off stickers plastered to your forehead. And the funny thing is, the people trying to wash the ink right off their arms are re-applying the sticky stuff to the biceps, elbows, and shoulders of those they want to label in their own way. People are not meant to be compartmentalized unless they decide to pack themselves that way. On that same note, they cannot compartmentalize anyone else.