i was born sturdy;
infused with different elements
fixed and molded to a perfect shine.
unlike others,
i was made with a dream
to go far, to travel, to mean something.
but i couldn't.
because
i'm
me.
you see,
my type and i,
we're all made to go
in the same path
because
we're no different
from
one another.

i once laid sound asleep in my room
until i heard a
BANG
that sent me soaring.
i ran and i flew
excitedly seeing the world
like a baby bird whose wings
had carried him through the sky
for the very first time.
majestic and unstoppable;
i flew.
until suddenly,
the world shifted.

terrified,
i looked around desperately
while i broke through the air
like a hammer through glass
like a shoe on a chip
like a fist through a wall.
and my heart sunk.
i could see the clouds above
then
the ground below.
they were watching me,
pressuring me.
but i couldn't stop.
the skies had turned black
and red
and i
pounded through skin
and i
panicked.

questions overwhelming
my ****** core
is this all i am?
is this all i could be?


and i had to face,
right then and there,
that this is what i was made for;
to ****
to hurt
to destroy.

my deed is done.