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I make the rules, I break the rules and I hate the rules.

It's as if I hold this melting snowflake in my hot, angry hand and expect it to stay frozen.

These provisional limits defy my expectations as I fight what cannot be defeated.

These things are a resistance to myself as I blame the world.

Letting go seems so apathetic, so unpoetic.

Tasting freedom from pain can be the most frightening experience and yet we crave it as we shame it.

The rules aren't real, the rules are only my fears and I have to let them go.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The angst and the pain, confusion and anger come through in this flowing freeverse soliloquy as the protagonist rages at the world.

[AKhaus]

Wow, you really captured my intention...thank you