I wake to a world that feels too tight, A skin I wear but don't fit right. Stared too long at faces not mine, Sighed, knowing im not the same design. Fought the urge, the urge to compare, But the net pulled me, trapped me there. Sighed again in this carcked mirror's glare, Reminded im still the same. i turn pale. disgust sits heavy, too much to bear. The weight of it all i » Continue Reading
No one talks about it. No one talks about how heavy it feels to lift your own voice, to stand against that tide— when silence is the safer shore. No one talks about how fragile it is to rebuild meaning out of empty mornings and nights that echo too loudly. No one talks about how cruel it sounds when they call sensitivity a weakness. No one talks about how hurtful it is to » Continue Reading