I am becoming something and someone
constantly as I fight to not be
the thoughts in my head do not belong to me
it cannot be that i am retarded
to follow my thoughts, but not to follow through
how convenient it is to say “everyone goes through it too”.
if I had – at the cost of sounding ignorant.
my days are marked by me in fine ink
but you will see if you zoom in, the scratches, the marks that don’t belong to me
Let me gather the inches, the words, the shades, the pixels
Hold them close, so they don’t leave
I know someday they will..
For I held on too tight.
I never gave them a flight.