We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Capturing Clouds

I'm so tired of trying to prove to everyone that I'm not disabled. Or that I'm this little hopeless case who should just stay in one place. I'm tired of fighting for myself in every aspect of life. Just to convince them that I'm right. I proved all of that when I went to turkey, when I went Greece, when I pioneered. I proved all of that. I proved that I'm just like my peers.
I'm tired of everyone looking upon me, laughing at my "unrealistic" dreams. I'm the girl who think she can capture clouds, hoping everyone believes.
I stare at the sky waiting for my opportunity. Little do they know that there's a little helper helping me.
One morning, the clouds touch the earth in a form of a fog. I'll dance around while I capture them all.
My jar of clouds, my proof of self worth.
Maybe now they'll believe that I'm more than my imperfection given at birth.