I have seen circumstance scribbled in my skin
I have seen their eyes write stories for us
I have seen the chains they have bound us in before we could walk
Such high hopes for their own reflections
who even has originality anymore
when does life ever have any possibility?
It’s hard enough finding yourself in your own skin
we won’t mention trying to search through the maze of self portraits portrayed by our parents and loved ones
the rules are laid out
it is as simple as balancing the tight rope
But I have vertigo
I don’t have the the sense of limitation
I was busy finding my skin when they told me to find their expectations.
How can I reach in when I am without?
I knew my own mind was my own responsibility
but no one told me coming in that I would be responsible for others as well.
that I would have to piece together through the insanity of others
How can I win?
I was doomed form the start
unless I can free my back from these heavy weight that persist to drown me inch by inch
They teach use but don’t not bother to learn themselves
in what world do you continue to do the same thing
and expect different results?
I know I am uncertain, unafraid, and untamed.
I know that this game is rigged
but for who?
I was never a sheep
and my coat has always been my own
so where do I fit
or do I fall out?
Do I just go my own way?
because I am weary
and would go peacefully.