| A Way Out |
Have you ever felt like you just didn't belong somewhere?
Like you need to be somewhere else?
Like where you are just doesn't fit your life?
This place isn't made for you.
It's made for people who need structure.
For people who need to be watched 24/7.
For people who can't take care of themselves.
It's not made for you.
So why are you here?
Because they say you have to be.
Because they are afraid of what you might do if you are allowed to think for yourself.
Instead of them telling you what to think.
You don't want to be here anymore.
You are having deja vu.
You've felt this way before.
You remember now.
You didn't belong here then.
Why did you think you would belong here now?
Maybe because you didn't know what to do.
You went for the easy route.
You went for the safehouse.
And now you're trapped.
Your support system believes you belong here.
It agreed with you last time.
This time...
You want to be somewhere else.
Now.
You want to go.
You just don't belong here.
It just doesn't fit.
And you don't now what to do.
You have no idea what to do.
But leave. |
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| Your Move |
We've been playing this game for a while. Going back and forth. Watching so carefully. Hoping not to make the wrong move. You went left. I went right. You came right. I moved left. The closer we came the further away you seemed to be. It's come down to this. I made my move. What now? |
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| Stress |
She could hear her name coming from everywhere. There were too many voices. What did they want? They wanted everything. She couldn't. She couldn't be everything for everyone. They were screaming. No, not the others. The ones in her head. They didn't know what to do either. She panicked. She stopped trying to listen. She just shut down. Her office wasn't far. She ran until she found the safety of her desk, and proceeded to slowly crack under pressure. |
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| Relief |
It feels so good not being the odd ball out. |
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| Smile |
People thought she was strange.
Which is funny because she thought people were strange.
People didn't know why she smiled.
She didn't know why people didn't smile.
People told her she was weird.
She just smiled at them and stared.
Smiling made her happy.
What's wrong with that? |
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| Somebody Save Me |
It wasn't always like this. It couldn't have been. Yet I can't remember a time when it wasn't. I delve into my memories, trying to think of something, anything, to tell me that it was differant. But I can't. I can't think of anything. Somebody save me. |
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