Stuck

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At the risk of sounding like a broken record,

Repeating harsh truths known to one and all,

Some messages have to be reiterated to the point of boring the world,

They have to be stated repeatedly in the hope that finally it may sink in,

That faint hope is all that we can cling on to,

All that we have to believe in,

The idea that we may one day be understood without criticism,

And looked upon without judgement,

We know we are different; we know it's hard to look upon us without shuddering,

But you must remember that it is not our fault,

You act as though we asked to be put on this earth in this way,

We didn't. No human would,

Live a day in our skins, walk a while in our shoes,

Understand the horror that is our lives, and the trauma of our everyday interactions,

Hell would be a blessing and a relief from the curse of this Earthly living,

It's so exhausting to have it reinforced day in day out,

That you are nothing more than an ugly face,

Time doesn't make it better; neither does growing stronger,

Because while you grow "stronger" you are actually making yourself numb,

Numb enough to prevent you from enjoying the few happy moments of life,

It's a cycle of hell, a ride you can never get off,

With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,

As though life is playing a cruel joke on you,

You can't live a normal life, but you cannot die either,

This place you get stuck in, never sees the light,

It never sees the day of peace,

Things keep happening, hate keeps getting spewed your way,

And you keep bottling it all up, hoping that someday sometime soon you will feel respite,

That life will finally have had enough of seeing you in this way,

That hope is all we have,

While we watch the world kick, spit and shit on us,

It is exhausting to live the life given to us so unceremoniously,

A life we didn't choose and a life we wouldn't wish on anyone else,

And we have to live it all with a smile, lest we be cast aside as whiney, depressed individuals,

We are stuck. 

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