Destiny

All of this is crap. 

This marriage. 

The medicine. 

The facade that I wear to satisfy everyone but myself. 

I am disgusted as I expand by the day. 

Yet am told that I’m “improving”. 

I am not. 

The other day I cut off my hair in an act of desperation and defiance. 

What a scream for help that went unnoticed. 

There is no freedom; it’s a myth. 

Like promises 

Of love

  

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