Space

It’s hard to not think
taking up space
Is magnetized a bullet
To the metal bullet
on my chest

I walked into a Courthouse,
One for the “little people”
even as I am a rung above
And climbing,

I feel the urge to explain,
To repent,
for taking up space
I know my value

And my otherness

I cannot shake the delusion
That it is my fault I am in the way

Even as I know space was never intended for me,

I choose to make space and take it for
Myself

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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