i’m almost 20 and the road ahead appears the same

in a world where there is no place for individualisms and only conformity it’s so tiresome to exist. before i was proud to do like the rest of my pairs, but… it just took who i could’ve become. i still fit in the mold, barely. not “normal” enough to the general public, but not enough weird for the non conformists. i don’t fit in. never have. even in my skin i don’t fit in. it itch so hard as if if wanted me out. i don’t see the point of living, everyone should just magically disappear. so we wouldn’t have to fit in