Wasteland Deity

12 Childhood

I AM FICKLE AND SMALL. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS TOLD SO. I AM SPECIAL AND UNIQUE. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS TOLD SO. THEY STACKED SHAPES AND I MADE STARS. THEY TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THE PICTURE AND I TURNED IT INSIDE OUT. I AM SMART AND STRONG. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS TOLD SO..

I AM WHAT THEY MADE OF ME. I AM THEIR STORY. AND WHEN I WOKE UP ONE NIGHT AND DECIDED TO LIVE OUTSIDE OF THEIR OUTLINE, I WAS LOST.

I HAD BEEN TOLD ALL MY LIFE THAT I WAS THIS AND WHEN I FINALLY SAW THAT I WAS THAT, I COULDN'T STAND UPRIGHT OR WALK STRAIGHT. I COULDN'T WRITE THE WAY I WAS TAUGHT. I COULDN'T TIE MY SHOES THE WAY I WAS SHOWN.

I DIDN'T FEEL RIGHT IN MY OWN SKIN, MY FACE SEEMED LIKE A STRANGER. AND I COULDN'T REMEMBER WHAT I SOUNDED LIKE OR WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY. I WAS THEIR STORY AND WHEN IT CAME TIME TO WRITE MY OWN, I COULDN'T FORM THE WORDS. .

I WAS RAISED TO BELIEVE WHAT I WAS TOLD. AND WHEN I FINALLY REALIZED THAT THINGS WEREN'T THE WAY I WAS TOLD, I NO LONGER BELIEVED IN WHAT I WAS.

I SPENT YEARS FINDING MYSELF, DIGGING INTO MY SKIN TO TRY AND FIND ME UNDERNEATH. IF I HAD JUST BEEN GIVEN THE CHOICE TO BE WHO I WANTED TO BE FROM THE BEGINNING, MAYBE MY WORLD WOULD HAVE STOPPED SPINNING. AND ALL THE PAIN WOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN..

I AM FICKLE AND SMALL. I AM SPECIAL AND UNIQUE. I AM SMART AND STRONG. I AM WHAT I MADE OF ME.