I was thrown in a raging river as a child
it was dark
it was cold
it was scary
I managed to learn how to float
to calm my breath
and stay afloat
but then a sailor came along
we shall call him life
he tied bricks in rope
and hung them from my neck
a cursed gift
on land, I would've been fine
but I was in a raging river
the bricks are too many now
I can feel myself slowly sinking
unable to swim
unable to float
I hope I can somehow find a way to remove the bricks
because I know if I don't
ill drown

there are two ways
your story can end
you can live
happily ever after
or the conclusion
can simply say
the end
one is not as favorable as the other

I think it's weird that
we as people in society
play so many roles
in other stories
you might be a hero
a villain
an extra
a savior
a destroyer
a lover
we are all these things

I am
Weak and easily torn.
You are
Bold and sharp
Your words matter
I don't have any words
You write on me and use me
I'm helpless to do anything
I am
Flimsy and flat
You are
Strong and powerful
You mark on all the paper you have
And we are powerless to do anything

my younger self
would be thoroughly disappointed
if she knew
what I've done
she had it all planned out
an exact map
I was supposed to follow
I'm supposed to be different
I was walking the road
she wanted
but life came
and tore the road out the ground
with ****** teeth
and sharp talons
until its shattered pieces lay around me
you can't put a road back together
if you cant remeber where it was
you were going in the first place

hey don't look
at the injustice
poverty
death
the wails
help they cry
but hey
look
tristan is cheating on Khloe with Jordyn
isn't that interesting
hey don't look
over there
where we do awful things
you don't want to see that?
do you?
here's a new dance challenge try it
*** look at what she's wearing
that's right
arent these shiny things so pretty
you dont need to care about that yucky stuff
just stay here
trapped in your little bubble
until we no longer need you
isn't it easier?
to pretend
everything's ok

my mind is the most important thing to me
the only thing truly mine
they can break your body
silence your mouth
they can change your appearance
and force you to say what they want
but they cannot take your thoughts
what power!
to be able to think whatever you want
no consequences
no worries
all yours
that's why I carefully select what I share
because my thoughts are my treasures
you would just give away your treasure to any old person
would you?