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The ceiling is the first thing I see. No noise, just the realization that I'm..still here? I'm 17 and I've already built a world for myself, but in this house, that doesn't matter. I'm treated like a child who doesn't know any better, Stuck under the rules that ignore the person I actually am. The sequence of expectations. Get to school, chores, make it another day. It's not the work that's hard-I can handle it-- It's just the numbing rhythm of it... It's the background noise to a life that feels like it's on repeat. I'm moving through motions in a house full of people I truly love, but I am completely, utterly alone. I know what I need to do, The GED is out there like a door I'm supposed to walk through. I tell myself today is the day I'll start, Today is the day I'll make that move that changes everything. I have the goal, I have the vision, but when its time to act, I'm frozen. The weekend hits and the silence is heavy, I should be reaching for that better life, but instead, I drown, I sink into the vivid, bright world in my head because in there, I'm actually living. Out here, I'm just a sack of meat starring at the wall, watching my own time slip away while I stay perfectly still but Hey, there's a talent... Watching my life go by, wishing things could get better, setting approachable goals, but yet, I'm nothing but an open promise. It's a specific kind of hurt-- being old enough to have goals and a past, but being forced into a role that feels too small. I'm stuck in the gap between the person I know I am and the version of me they see. It's a long, quiet ache, I am aware of the waste, and still. I do nothing.
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC
Zayamarie
Drowning in silence.
The ceiling is the first thing I see. No noise, just the realization that I'm..still here? I'm 17 and I've already built a world for myself, but in this house, that doesn't matter. I'm treated like a child who doesn't know any better, Stuck under the rules that ignore the person I actually am. The sequence of expectations. Get to school, chores, make it another day. It's not the work that's hard-I can handle it-- It's just the numbing rhythm of it... It's the background noise to a life that feels like it's on repeat. I'm moving through motions in a house full of people I truly love, but I am completely, utterly alone. I know what I need to do, The GED is out there like a door I'm supposed to walk through. I tell myself today is the day I'll start, Today is the day I'll make that move that changes everything. I have the goal, I have the vision, but when its time to act, I'm frozen. The weekend hits and the silence is heavy, I should be reaching for that better life, but instead, I drown, I sink into the vivid, bright world in my head because in there, I'm actually living. Out here, I'm just a sack of meat starring at the wall, watching my own time slip away while I stay perfectly still but Hey, there's a talent... Watching my life go by, wishing things could get better, setting approachable goals, but yet, I'm nothing but an open promise. It's a specific kind of hurt-- being old enough to have goals and a past, but being forced into a role that feels too small. I'm stuck in the gap between the person I know I am and the version of me they see. It's a long, quiet ache, I am aware of the waste, and still. I do nothing.
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