I hold a gun,
                                    Because I cannot run,
But I want to run,
               Because monsters come from the guns,
                  The monsters are the ones touched by the gun,
           The monsters pain is screamed and sung,
And if I run,
                                                                   I can't stop,
                                       If I run,
       I will become a monster from someone elses gun.

do you know the weight of it?
clawing your way up
test after test,
year after year,
to be the perfect reflection of the dreams they have for you,
those that are now your own.
where your worth now hangs.

when they see the prize,
they say, 'oh it comes so easily to her'

Easily?

i bled for this.
i screamt for this.
and my mind?
it whispers
'this is just what you're supposed to do'
you are 'gifted'
its your mere responsibility.
nothing to celebrate. nothing special.

isnt it?

I want to live
With joy and peace
No drama
Only love