He said I should quit. He said I should drop out. They said I wouldn’t make it far. They said my mistakes have burdened me and will leave me hungry. They said I should please them in selfish words. They said I was dumb. He said I was hopeless. She said I was crazy for admitting my wrongs. Crazy for smiling at the pain that has left me scars. They said I won’t succeed further on. They said I couldn’t handle the pressure. She said I would just lead to disappointment. They said the knowledge and lessons would escape my head. She dared to compare me, my own mater.

Dumb.

Dumb.

Dumb.

They’ve told me wisdom, they’ve told me strength. The thing is they don’t see it. They don’t recognize the suffering they’ve placed upon me. The unnoticed wounds they’ve left, will lead to me controlling their words and wronging their sins.

 I’m prolonged by this image in my head of who I want to be. Who I want to inspire, who I need to look after and what I need to perfect. I have this constant hunger to experience what its like to be loved, what its like to open my heart to someone.