I am weird
Born weird
And in the desperate urge not to be
I tried to take another form —
A shape made from a mold that wasn’t mine.
And the pain of not fitting into what was expected off me…
Turned into despair.
Claustrophobic, crushed
Inside a mold that was never made for my shape.
And the pain?
The pain of the molds
Was greater than the despair itself.
Still, I go on
Still…
Weird.