Life is tough.
An endless struggle
Between expecting and accepting.
Who am I becoming in this floating mass of the human race?
I'm just trying to survive, a nymph among men, a fey who was lost in her own dreams. I want to be accepted but I'm not like all the others in this world. My difference is my blessing. My difference is my curse.
I want my life to be beautiful. But I don't fit traditional standards of a beautiful person. I am unique, and that makes me both loved and hated, judged and berated and I'm screaming inside half the time because why is my life so awful that it pushes people away?
I think I am unique. I think I am beautiful. I love the person I have moulded myself into. But by traditional standards, I am the monster they fear and run from. I am the beast they cannot control.
I am nymph. Loved and hated for the very core of my nature. I am nymph. Just accept me as I am.
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