Good at nothing. Mediocre at everything

Reality

I’m reaching for a destiny that is not mine.

Tales of grandeur and ecstasy have captivated me and mislead me into thinking I can understand

Every tear shed in the hopes of better assimilating into a society that wishes only to strip me of my individuality and autonomy.

Yes,

I need you to acknowledge my presence and beauty.

Every glance you send my way I savor and slowly begin to contemplate the idea of letting you own me.

Take my independence, my integrity, my pride…but please tell me you love me.