Repetitive Resentment

I came in bleeding to death slowly

I learned, applied, and passed.


But law isn’t built for me to access

Let alone dictate, like the rest.

I don’t mold my world,

I build it from the abyss

I go to the doctor

And she, in 2022,

Tells me

she couldn’t see me having children

It’s too dangerous, hard and,


I bake my world’s structure into reality

With the heat of indignation,

And your quiet disgust.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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