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It’s nice to know I’m not special
Truly, really.
It relieves the burden,
No one expects great things
From me.

They expect me to just
Merely exist.
To be.
To follow.

And their train of thought
Has begun to affect me,
I find myself agreeing.

Who am I to dream?
Why would I believe I’m worthy?
Why would anybody
Listen to me?

I bet you find this stupid, sad,
And overly dramatic.

Perhaps…perhaps.
But I’ll tell you a secret.
It wouldn’t hurt this much
If I had given up.
I wouldn’t be angry with them
If I truly believe it.

No.
Fuck them.

They see only what I am.
I see what I will be.

Growing up my Mother
Told me anger is neither
Good or bad, but
What we do with it is.

This anger is good.
It keeps me alive.