It’s hard to not think
taking up space
Is magnetized
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
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 View more posts
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