I feel so out of touch with reality, but I don’t know how to
put myself back in. I don’t even know if I want to, but this plane of existence
is exhausting. I feel like I walk on eggshells no matter where and what I do. I’m
ridiculed for being young, and for having so little experience. It doesn’t help
that I look like a kid as well. My anxiety is through the roof and my body doesn’t
cooperate, no matter how strong I may appear to feel. I just wish that things
were smoother as they are for other people, and I wish I didn’t feel so insufficient.
My words do not pertain how I feel when I’m only speaking, only my writing
truly suggests the accuracy of my life. I can tell that what I say goes in one
ear and out the other, and yet I don’t know how to change that chain reaction.
I try to grow, and yet the stains of life portray me as a failure and a loser
that’s not capable of living. I feel memories collapse into the void of sunken
cells, and I feel mirrors staring back and making fun. I’m not living. I am not
even existing in this world. I am merely just a speckle in the universe. I am
not even part of sparkles, nor the beautiful plane of whites, purples, and
blues. I am the ugly block of dust. I am not living. I am not even important. I
am a tired soul that’s trapped inside a body. I am mutant that’s been formed
with just a matter of depreciating self and justification from my peers. I have
failed, and I don’t know how much to rise to reach survival, I just want to
learn to smile and feel at ease. I don’t care about the money, I don’t care about
besting, I just want the freedom to be me. I just want the freedom to discover
who I am. I just want to learn to live positively.