I don’t know how to be a good person
I’m struggling so much just too survive
I don’t even know who I am
Who I want to be
I dare not imagine a me
Better than now
Because no matter how much I try I’m just back at square one
I hate board games
And how am I supposed to put out good things?
I have no love to croon about to pasteurize the populace
No wholesome relationships to tell about
Every task feels like a cruelty
Like why am I being asked to blindly believe in good and positive things when my environment is not what I wanted, asked for, or need?
When I have no employment to keep me entertained?
When nothing is what I meant and everything is just me not understanding how I’m supposed to be
Never right enough
Or just wrong
I feel like I already screwed up so much in my life
But it was always me being forced to take on environments that I couldn’t handle or didn’t want
Why am I supposed to blame a child who didn’t understand what I do now for not being told how to do things properly
Failure thrown in my face daily for it
I don’t know why for me everything is a choice but other people get to behave however they want
I just want to be somewhere I’m safe
I don’t know why I’m being expected to learn to love a world that doesn’t love me
In the moments I did love everyone and everything I was so bitterly alone it’s comical
It feels like everything around me got to traumatise me into this person
When the little voice inside just wants peace
Do I keep pretending that it’s fair to demand positivity from me when I’ve seen so much negative
This time last year I believed I deserved as much as anyone else.
Now I don’t
And I’m angry about it
And it’s overflowing into my life
I don’t want the rage
I want to be free
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