we hide behind these shells molds of who others want us to be but i don't fit my mold no one asked me if i wanted it i wasn't asked if i liked it but this mold seems to be made of stone nearly unbreakable i'm chipping away at it slowly but surely someday maybe i will be able to break free leave this broken shell behind it's just so hard i wonder if it's worth it is there a light at the end of this tunnel? will i ever find out? i'm screaming, crying inside this stone shell but no one hears me i'm trying so hard but they don't reach out they don't even know i'm dying inside pushing myself so hard to crack this shell someone please hear me
Reason for writing:
i'm so sick of society and our culture forcing us to be people we aren't
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