I'm writing a story
Well, kind of.
Mostly it's writing itself.
It comes from a place
Of genuine feeling,
Of thoughts buried so deep
That I need at least
A hundred pages
To resurface those repressed dreams
And nightmares.

Different is not always better
But it can be more challenging
And it can be disheartening
When people don't appreciate
Your uniqueness.

I know what I said;
I know what I did.
Here you are claiming
It never happened.
I know how you are;
I know your routine.
Here you are claiming
You're not any different.
Here I am, alone,
In my perception.
Am I crazy,
Or just a victim of clever deception?

This is where you end
And I begin.
I'm not backing down,
I'm not giving in.
This isn't a game,
I'm not out to 'win.'
Won't let you control me,
Getting under my skin.

I want you to imagine
The floor being ****** up from under you
And the ceiling taking its place
And you're free floating in space
Because gravity doesn't exist here
And up is down
Silence is sound
As you spin 'round and 'round
Until you no longer remember
Who you are
Where you came from
Or who's in charge.

I could say you were mistreated,
You were abused.
But no - you were just spoiled.

I could say you are depressed,
That you're different from the rest.
But no - you're just spoiled.

I could say you'll change,
That a new you can be arranged.
But no - you'll always be *spoiled.

You have no idea what it's like
Seeing life as a power struggle
The imaginary scoreboard in your mind
Created not by your choice
Yet so engrained that it becomes a reality
Comparing yourself to everyone and everything
Making sure you always have the upperhand
It's sickening.