I grew up in a more interesting background.. interesting enough to make you wonder how I survived. I may not have fought for my share of money and food with the kids in the streets, but it was a constant battle under my own roof.. the roof that was supposed to protect me.
Naturally.. you'd think gifted people deserve love, that they'll be going places with those divine powers god has gifted them..
But.
How is a bird expected to fly when the same human who swore to take care of him cut its wings? Cut it every moment it starts to grow.. and when the bird starts to bite back, they're sent into disciplinary, or beaten as a form of communication.
Yes, I was no different than an animal.
Granted an insight of a 50 year old and soul that can connect to the Devinely halls just with a wink of sleep. But that was a curse to those who saw the darkest perspectives.
I was no black sheep of my family.. I was THEE SHEEP. So tempting to eat.. so tempting to end, tho a healthy creature like that could've been left free.
But darkness knows no limits when the light triggers.
"Soora you're the worst type of person to be around"
"How dare you act like you have a right over your toys?"
"I'll beat you up until you tell me where you hid that candy of yours"
I'm only 3…4…5..7…9…13- 21?
All I've known is hide, hold my breath in sleep and stack away any wisdom god sent me to deliver. Because a monster.. monsters.. didn't wanna wake up from their dark slumber.
I am the bad guy.
I play the victim card.
I am dramatic.
I look for trouble.
I'm so negative only because I cried over having my favourite flower pot breaking.. because I never had anything close to my heart as a child.. anything close gets taken away.
I'm useless and stupid, but the moment I like something- those monsters want it.
I'm such a pain in the ass only because I said "no! Don't hit her" "no! That's mine!" "No! You can't talk to another human being like that"
All as a little child.. who should've been appreciated for their insight.
I'm 21 now.. no different.. everything I touch becomes a toxic liability but somehow that's their secret goal behind the scenes.
You know darkness sees your light brighter than you'll ever see it in you.
I learned that once something negative comes out of their mouth about my behaviour- it means I'm healing. It means I'm far more successful and conscious than they are.
I'm crazy but the moment someone gets a panic attack, I'm the first person they run to.
First Person they call out for comfort when they think they saw a ghost.
First person they get mad at from suddenly withdrawing my energy from their table.
Because that's how much my existence affects their surroundings.
I've been conceived that I'm crazy only to grow up and realize IM THE ONLY SANE ONE✨