Lost Under the Influence of Reality

My tears are constantly trembling, reminding me that I am broken. Why would anyone ever love me anyway is a thought that runs through my head a little too often. I am traumatized from a childhood everyone dreams of never wanting yet I am still expected to stand tall as if nothing happened. And it’s hard! Okay, it’s hard to act like I am fine when in reality I am struggling to not fall apart. It is hard to put on a strong front like my blunt words aren’t a secret call for help that no one ever gets. I slowly lose hope that I will ever escape from an invisible prison of expectations that I can not meet. Expectations that fall dead at my feet because I am weak. I am never going to be the perfect image everyone is waiting for me to achieve because I am sick of being a puppet for everyone to beat. I am a person like you, you see? I have needs and wants and hopes and dreams. I have a soul, though you might not know what that means, I’m human. I bleed the same as you and though I might not get as much sleep, I’m human. I have emotions and feelings that can be broken because I’m human. And you may never know what I go through because I'm isolated and muted. So I don’t get hurt by the mutants that make you feel worthless with their patronizing dialect and outlook that is polluted.