My new Life

what you have stolen

I have never had full atomomy over my life. Society forced me in a nuerotypical prison. Fed me lies told me if i work hard I could easily have the life I want.

That prison ate up the life of my dreams. It kept picking and pecking away  my mind and my hobbies. Boys had free range of whatever part of my body they wanted to grab.

I was thrown away, excluded because my piece didn't fit into anyone else's puzzle.

I still thought I would make it anyway. My dream wasn't big. I didn't want what most people wanted.

I don't want a fancy car or a mansion. I don't want any sort of wealth. Or social standing to flex on other to make them feel inferior.

I just wanted to see the world. This beautiful world I have been placed on. The more I grow up the more I realize most of this world's beautiful has been burnt, ruined and raped for resources.

We destroy so much all for some numbered paper or metal system we made up. Why did we choose this hell for ourselves?

Was this system created because we hate ourselves? Or do we hate ourselves because of this system we created.

This life and this time took everything I wanted. It even took my talent.

My writing.
My passion.

My passion used to be a thick stroke of wet paint. Now a brittle colorless dusting.