Cubed

Square One

                                     I have 3 cubic units but 6 sides, how does that work?

I'm 21

Just turned it.

So  many thoughts awaken me

I've been awake for a long time, I feel

Contemplating 

The good

The bad

The ugly

The beautiful.

I stick out like a sore thumb, mentally that is

Never did I feel similar to anyone, always something different

Someone so different.

I walk around, head held high on my shoulders, knowing my worth.

I know my worth.

Still, I cry

I feel rejected sometimes, dragged even, but I always find my way away from that feeling

It finds its way back.

~Awake~

I grew up in a religious atmosphere

Built on the foundation that I should understand the way the world works

Or be eaten alive by the impact of it.

Goals and limitations had me pushed and pulled in different directions

A substrate if you will. 

This method had me grown up before I could tie the loose ends of my adolescence.

My Adolescence.

~Religion~

Responsibility.

Such a heavy word on the shoulders of a baby, still the baby holds it high

Using it as a parachute to find the right way through this intense world.

So intense

The love

The honor

The pride

Almost competition

It seems to be something we more than fight for, we fight to prove

Prove it.

~Intentions~

My thoughts

My words

They range years ahead of my age, so it seems

I was always so small, so shy, I can never seem to figure out what made me blossom the way I did

Like power erupting from a small box

Such a small box.

But my independence is a voice so loud I can't always hear myself think

I don't always know what I am saying but the message is always clear

My words are my greatest weapon, my golden sword shining at the tilt

I cut myself with it sometimes

Reality needs confession, even in the mirror

I aim to bend myself backward for others but maintain my posture while I do it