i soon found myself at a park. it was quite far away from the city so there was no one. i could tell that the flowers and trees have not been watered in a long time, the wooden benches could use a new coat of paint.
there was also a water fountain in the middle. but there was no water.
i walked over to one of the old benches.
it creaked under my weight.
i shouted.
not our of fear, but out of frustration.
i soon felt tears beginning to fall.
"maybe you could lose some weight"
was there something wrong with me?
"you're gonna bring the whole group down"
were my movements that sloppy?
"do it with passion, or not at all"
what had i done wrong?
"i could easily take you out of the routine"
am i that bad?
"you're just... not good enough right now"
"get out of my head!" i yelled into the air, my words echoing throughout the empty park.
