So soft and subtle
whispering in my inner ear
telling me things
I never want(ed)
to hear
Guiding me
&
Fighting me.
In two
I want to shear
In many
I want to Shatter
On I go
daily
battling
this (these) matter(s).
I stand outside my home broken and shattered, who I am I don't know. I stare at my ever pale hands and try to see what made me like this from under my skin, but I guess I wasn't given that kind of gift but I have in me some form of powers that seemed to have brought me misfortune.
I owe this all to my dad because if he never met my mom maybe just maybe I would have been born normal. I wish I wasn't born a freak, born a hybrid.