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Achilles and Patroclus, Apollo and Hyacinth. Greek tragedies. Someone who is like them, not bound by the expectations this world has given them. Choosing not to fit in the box, but to light it aflame and flee from it. Those stories will always end in heartbreak.
The original stories of what so many feel today, of how they feel for others. Of how I feel for others. Ending in tragedy. The tragedy that has made me, and so many others strong. To be ridiculed by trolls too scared to show their own faces when they tell me that what I feel is disgusting.
The way I am, simply existing can be near impossible. Every day it’s a new death or trial or even a stupid video insulting the people who make a community. These are the Greek tragedies.
Because as a child, I felt so far away. Barely aware of the punches that were thrown. But now, when the punches are thrown, I have to duck to avoid them. Sometimes I forget. They have left me bruised, but not broken. Because we are the new Greek tragedies. I can try to float above it, fight my way through the battle.
But in a Greek Tragedy, someone will always get hurt, I got hurt, they got hurt, we get hurt every single time you think what you do is good. Achilles and Patroclus, Apollo and Hyacinth. Those are the people like us, the people like me. But when I do something as simple as speak, when I allow myself to shine, I am dampened. Because is that all I am? Am I truly a Greek tragedy?