Vents

Not Real

I couldn't get in a single word. Nothing I said was good enough. That's how it always was so I wasn't surprised. Essentially, I was cornered. Two siblings both a decade or so ahead of me. Endlessly falling behind them in everything, I was invalidated. I was not real. My words were not real. Not to them at least. I never had been. I made a small attempt to verbalize my thoughts and share things with my family, being involved with the people dearest to me, and they threw me to the wolves the moment the words left my mouth. I guessed that was just how things were. Things hadn't changed.