I’m not happy. I lost myself or apart of me maybe?

Beat down after beat down.

I screech for help.

Yet nothing…No one even dares look my way.

It’s always one against many.

Doing my best to dodge instant death.

It’s scary. The eeriness. The lonliness.

Just one person would do.

One who can understand. One who could relate.

However. Just like the oxygen we inhale. Horrible beings. HORRID.

Roam this earth a plenty.

Changing the narritive. Why bother defending myself, they’ll believe who they believe. For me-?

The truth didn’t set me free…

~Stand