I feel lost in myself, the complexity of the the mind that I call mine.
I'm torn between choosing me for myself and choosing someone else for myself. I'm torn between feeling what I am feeling and feeling what I'm supposed to feel.
Wrong are those who say royalty can afford every luxury, for when I stand at the position of queen, decorum takes greater importance than the essence of me.
Like this tree, I want to grow, but how can I grow when I have to choose between my growth and the very hands that provide me water?
Maybe this is why kids always emphasize on being princesses, free to be who they are, free to choose love, for being queen gives me everything but freedom, and constantly pushes me to shut my emotions off to be the better person.
All my life I was told I am different. Sometimes it was appreciated, sometimes not so much. I was told I had energy unparalleled, sometimes appreciated, other times not. Some people tell me how much they admired me, some said I couldn’t be understood. Ever since I was a child, I was told being different is good. In school, I was told different people tend to make better lives for themselves. In movies, I was shown that the protagonist is always, well, different. These notions influenced my perspective towards life, making me crave the feeling of being different. Having said that, I was never treated like I was different, challenging my notion of me being “different”. However, sometime back I realized that I was never treated like I was different because no one wanted me to know how different I am. Every time something nice happened to me, every time I said something exceptional, people tried to normalize how exceptional these things were. That is when I cou...
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