March 23, 2022
I am an invisible girl,
living in a borrowed world ,
with neither agency nor voice to make a difference.
Alone as a little boy,
My parents always seem annoyed,
Not knowing what to do with my diffidence.
In my soul there is a memory, what it it is I cannot say
Though I know it transcends who I am today.
It is like its on the tip of my tongue
Or a dream disappearing a moment there, and then gone
A secret of the universe, or an evil held at bay
It is a mystery wondering why it is we exist,
To have pain and suffering to simply live in, what is this?
Purgatory or limbo, without a breath of fresh air,
To feel so helpless is something that feels so unfair,
Being beaten up every day makes me feel like shit.
And somehow we make it through,
Having choice, having to choose.
What type of world you want to see,
And as it becomes your turn,
You will understand and you will learn,
That you get to be the person you want to be.