I am part of an exclusive club.
Yet there is this glass,
separating me from my peers.
Vying for equality,
in a world where people are pitted against one another.
Where slogan t-shirts cost more than a months rent.
Where you retain no control over your own body.
There is not just a glass ceiling -
glass boxes surround individuals.
Built up over generations to bar one another from society,
only to throw a glimmer of the 'good' life their way in a magazine.
YOU ARE READING
Haze.
PoesíaThese are the post-medication thoughts. It is unknown how long it will take to complete, feeling is the sacrifice made for sanity.
